i worked in a farmstore in tampa a long time ago. did the overnight thing. i carried a 45. the armed guards that would patrol the car lots would hang out, one of them carried a big desert eagle 357. we were standing there chatting one night and a little dude came in, started stuffing shit in his pockets, not even trying to hide it, then tried to get out, flashing a little 32 at us. the door locks, and i have to let you out. the guard and i looked at each other, and both of us showed him what we were packing. he started emptying his pockets. i told him to keep it, and not come back, but the security guy took his pistol. bet he never robbed a place again.
hope your wife never has to deal with that again