“He’s got a gun!” A customer beside my hot dog cart shouted.
The man abandoned all pretense of subtlety, pulled the gun out of his jacket, grabbed my customer by her neck and held the gun to her head.
“Nobody moves or she dies.”
I pulled a wad of bills from my apron pocket. He pushed the lady away, grabbed the cash and bolted down the street. I sprinted after him.
He twisted around and shot at me; missed, shattering a storefront window.
I lunged and tackled him.
Nobody messes with my business.