Sam took another glance trough the cars side window and contemplated his target: St. Thomas City Bank!
Just as he though, the front doors were guarded by all kinds of armed gorillas and security cameras, sweeping down every corner where crooks like Sam and Jam could sneak to. He could even imagine the interior of the bank. A giant hall paved with golden tiles and ornamented with giant pillars and small vases containing all kinds of plants. But Sam didn't cared about the pillars! Nor he cared about the tiles and the beautiful women by the names of 'Jennifer'� or 'Caroline'� that roamed around the bank like they were after someone. What Sam did want was those little green papers that usually go by the name of 'money'�! Pretty damn papers he had to add.
- What are you staring at Sam?
Sam snapped back to reality after the high pitched sound of Jam erupted:
- Hell! Why do you have always to interrupt my dreams?
- How the heck could you be dreaming if you had your eyes open? -asked Jam, putting his sunglasses on.
- Maybe I was daydreaming!
Jam looked for five seconds with a 'what the hell's gone with this guy'� look, and the replied:
- You don't daydream! No one daydream's!
- Of course people daydream'�
- No they don't! How can you be dreaming when you are awake?
- Maybe because 'daydreaming'� is an expression used when people are immerse in their thoughts!
- You see'� that's called delusion!
- No it's not! It's daydreaming!
Again, Jam stood still with the same look upon his face. But this time it lasted ten seconds:
- Let's stop this and go get the items!
- Jam! I told you, we aren't going to rob a supermarket! We are going to rob that big bank!
- Sam, please! I don't feel like arguing today! I had my share of daily arguing this morning with Carol'�
- Not again'� I though you two were getting along after the Malibu incident.
- We were'� until she remembered the Malibu incident again!
The two crooks stayed silent for some time, each one remembering the incident at the Malibu Hotel.
- Let us not forget what we are here for!
- Exactly! - Jam agreed.
- Let us go and take that money!
- Sam! I am not going to rob a bank!
- Why not?
- Because robbing money is stupid!
- And why in heaven's name is it?
- Because why would someone go to all the trouble to rob a highly secured bank if he could steal the product itself from a less secured local?
- You mean like'� why steal money'� if you can steal what you are going to buy with that money.
- Exactly!
- You see'� now that is stupid!
- No it's not!
- Yes it is! And even if it were not, why would you rob a supermarket?
- It's easy! It's quick! And you don't even have to use a gun!
- Why not rob the jewellery store then?
- Because I would sell the jewellery for money! I would start in ground zero again!
- You know what? You need a psychiatrist!
- And tell him what? That I have been having robbing issues?
- No'� tell him that you should'� Hell with this! If you think you are right then let's make a deal!
- A deal?
- Yes a deal! A bet, whatever! It's like this! I am going to rob the bank and you will rob the supermarket, witch is just beside the bank!
- Right!
- We will use each other's cars to escape! Now I know your Honda is parked one block away, all I need is the key! You can use my car.
- Got it!
- Now here's the bet! One week after the robbery, the one still with financial problems will have to pay a dinner to the winner!
- Hey! But I am not going to rob money! I'm jut going to rob some goods, that's all!
- Look, forget it ok? Let's just do this! Here, take my car key, go there and do what you please! I am going to rob that bank, take your car, get rich and see you in a week!
- Ok then! Let me just write something down!
Jam took a piece of paper and then started to write down various item names on it!
He then explained:
- I'm going to give this piece of paper to the cashier and force her to get the things written on it!
- Wouldn't it be easier for you to first get the groceries and then walk away pointing the gun at their faces?
- Yes it would! But there would be no style to it!
- There is no style in robbing a supermarket!
- And there is no style in just walking away with the groceries! I would look like a robber.
Sam stood still for a minute and then said:
- Just get the hell out of my car and go rob the damn supermarket!
- Ok then! See you in one week!
Jam got out of the car and closed the door. Sam watched as he walked away into the supermarket!
- Poor guy! I told him not to go to Malibu that night. Now look at him. Dumb as a donkey!
After another five minutes of complete inaction, Sam pondered out loud:
- Now how the heck am I suposed to rob a bank?

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