Win a Million Dollars

Bob Tomail was in desperate need for money. He had spent four weeks straight gambling his heart out, trying to win some of the stuff he lost, and he had lost it all. Worst than that, the rent for his pad was now due, and he had to pay off debts. He sighed. “I might as well use what money I have to buy some food!” He thought to himself. With that, he grabbed his things and walked out the door.

Bob walked by a seedy store, the ‘Everything Store’, and noticed a rapper in the window that read: “Win a Million Dollars! See Inside for details!” Walking in, he noticed a small pudgy man behind the counter. “Wadya want? Food? I got yer food. Drinks? I gots lotsa beer if’n yourn wanting some. You wanna high? A low? I can getya something for just a little. Will ya buy something?” snarled the man.

Bob was taken aback by this small man’s roughness “I- urm, I saw that sign in your window, the one that says win a million dollars. I was wondering-“

“- How ta win it, of course,” butt in the man. He paused and looked around. Dropping his voice to a whisper, he continued, “I’ll tell ya. If’n you’re lookin’ down the street, you’ll notice that there’s a fancy pants bank. There’s a contest, see, and what happens in this here contest is that you break into the bank and take, yes, take a million smackers from the bank safe. The first one to take it and not get caught wins. You have fun, ‘kay?”

Bob walked out. It seemed easy enough, and besides, he needed the money that night, for the rent. Summoning all his resolve, and ignoring the little voice in his head, he walked down the street to the bank he had passed earlier. It was a beautifully made bank, with lovely chrome walls, and the doors were wide open. Walking in, Bob noticed the pens chained to the desk. “How absurd that we should leave bank doors open and chain pens to desks! What do they think we’ll do, steal the pens?” He pondered over this for a while, until he knew he really needed that money. He walked up to the teller.

“Excuse me, miss,” The beautiful brunette teller looked up, and gasped.

“Wow, this hunky guy is talking to me! He sure is fine!” “H-How may Ah help you?”

Bob smiled. He often had that effect on people. “Time to milk it,” he thought. “I need a loan, but I lost my bank card and everything. Could you get me in?”

“Alright, sir! How much’d you like?”

“Oh, about a million. Is that possible?”

“Anything for you, sir! Follow me!” She walked over to the safe, and turned the dials.

“This is too easy!” thought Bob.



That is, until the alarm began ringing...