I had a little adventure today...

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I was downtown today, and went into the Sheraton to use the washroom... On my way there I noticed someone by the boardrooms but didn't give it a second thought. While still in the stall, I saw a shadow on the floor (the room was empty when I came in and hadn't heard anyone come in). I looked through the crack of the door and saw someone pacing in front of the sinks, so I was aware that I was no longer alone. When I stepped out and washed my hands, no one was immediately visible to me but when I turned to get the paper towel I noticed a guy coming in... I was about to say "This is the women's washroom" when I noticed he had a gun in his hand and as he approached me, said, "Give me your f-cking money."I very calmly told him that I didn't have any money. He said, "You're messing with me. Give me your money." Again, I said I didn't have any, that I was on welfare and got less than $500 a month. He said "You're lying." to which I replied, "No, I'm not. Why would I lie?" He then asked if I wanted to die. I told him, "I don't care, if I do or don't. You kill me, you're going to hell." He said he wasn't and I said, "Oh, yes you are. Just ask your momma."He was starting to get rattled by this time. I called him a little boy and told him to go home to his momma. He grabbed my arm (yes, the gimped one) and asked again if I wanted to die. I twisted my arm out of his grip and pushed his arm away. He pointed his gun at one of the stalls and told me to get in. I said, "I don't want to get in, you get in." This confused him, and I finally got to tell him that this was the women's washroom, that "women come here to pee and poo. Go to the men's washroom, that's where the money is."Clearly, he had lost his resolve and told me to go. So I did. As I was leaving, another woman was about to enter, so I grabbed her arm and said, "Don't go in. There's a guy with a gun in there." She thought I was joking but I said, "No, he tried to rob me." She went down to the desk to report it while I stopped to talk to another woman in a black pantsuit (talking on a cell phone) that I thought might be security (she wasn't). By this time, the young man had tucked his gun back under his baggy jersey and headed down the stairs, so I pointed him out to the woman and went down to the desk to join the first woman. The desk clerk had already called 911 and I told them what had happened. They sent out several officers almost immediately and I relayed again what happened, to one of the officers, who wrote it down in her book. There were about 4 or 5 officers there, plus the mall security and the hotel security... all of whom had a look at the video tape in the back room. (Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that the Sheraton has video surveillance throughout the public areas and had indeed caught him on tape.) Then I had to go to the station to give my statement once more, after which the officer drove me home. I was calm all through this, though started to shake a little while I was waiting for the officers to arrive. At no time did I feel threatened, even though he had a gun. Guess being nuts is a good thing sometimes.