A British tourist was passing through Queens, New York, to visit an old friend called Pete, whom he hadn't seen for nearly twenty years. On his way he stopped off at a liquor store to buy a bottle of bourbon. As he was being served the store was robbed at gunpoint by a young man who made off with the cash from the till. A soon as the thief had gone the storekeeper pulled out a large black handgun of his own from behind the counter and started to give chase. Jesus Christ, said the visitor, can't you go anywhere in this country without someone waving a gun in your face? Hearing this, the storekeeper turned, as if to say something. He was fumbling with the gun and his hands were shaking and before he could say anything the gun went off accidentally. The bullet struck the visitor in the heart. He died instantly.