When I was 20 I worked at a Dunkin Donuts in my home town on 3rd shift. After the baker left I was left by myself all night, to clean up his mess, the previous shifts mess, and wait on the earliest customers, who often had green teeth. It was a frighting shift to work. (Oh and I never got a break, I have asked over the years at other locations and found the same working conditions.)
As a young woman I would not have known what kind of gun some one had, just that they pointed it at me, and I feared for my life, so it is unfair to assume the woman left by herself to run the place was anything other than shaking, and terrified. I certainly would have been. I only worked there a couple months, as I was tired of feeling used by the other employees left to finish their work and was scared every time the baker left.
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