[ WP ] Everyone on Earth has a superpower . Some people have incredible abilities , but most have very mundane powers , you included . Tell us about being a convenience store worker when someone tries to rob your store .

Today was like any day. I had opened the store just an hour earlier, right when the sun came up. It was a small place, so I could handle things on my own... Until this guy showed up. He seemed off from the get-go, with poorly managed facial hair and an unkempt, messy hairdo complete with a straight-out-of-Love's cowboy hat. He looked around the place for a few minutes, which my naive mind thought was just him looking for a product. `` Sir, could I help you find something today?'' I had asked, hoping my helpful voice did n't sound too fake. 
 
 Hoo boy, was that a mistake. He turned immediately, pointing a finger at me, and I'm sure he could tell that I went bone-white. I had heard plenty of stories about people with powers that could shoot ice or fire out of a finger at ballistic speeds, so I caught on pretty quick. I was right, too; a small flicker from the fingertip gave away that he had pire-kinetics or whatever the news calls it. My hands went up, prompting a second finger to get pointed at me, like he thought I was gon na do some amazing super-move. I shook my head, too scared to speak, pointing at my name tag, which had a convenient little `` C'' symbol to show I was a class C super, meaning my powers were far from fantastic. He snickered for a bit before grunting, tapping impatiently at the register. I did my best to speak, knowing full well I had to get him closer for me to do anything. I did my best not to stutter, but I failed quite badly, saying, `` S-sir, I, I'm not register trained, b-but feel f-free to break i-it open yourself, I, I'm not strong enough...'' 
 
 He looked at me for a moment, almost not falling for it, before surprisingly hopping over the counter. Thankfully I'd taken improv in high school, or my puppy dog eyes would n't work so well. He shoved me back before shaking at the register, one hand busy pointing at me with an ember at the ready. I had to think fast, and lucky for me, I had eaten a big breakfast. 
 
 My mouth quivered, and my belly shook. He did n't expect anything past the obvious, fear, which definitely had something to do with it. It caught him off guard, however, when my meal from earlier spewed onto him, covering him within seconds. I knew he was trying to shoot, but he must've been too wet to use his powers, since nothing came out. I definitely did focus on the hands, simply good planning on my part. He looked at me like I was deranged, in fear of the unending puke pumping out of my mouth like a fire hose. He took a step back, about to run with what money he did have, but he misplaced his foot and ended up on the ground, thanks to the ever-growing puddle of vomit below him. I jumped on him, pinning his arms down before calling the police. Who says being able to throw up on command is a lame, useless power?
