Sunday, October 14, 2018

Bank Robbery

Bank Robbery
Noel Laflin
10-12-18
I saw a bank robbery once.
It happened when three guys in black ski masks and gloves, with guns drawn, raced out of the credit union that shared a common parking lot with our laboratory. The getaway driver had the car parked directly in front of its entrance. He too wore a black ski mask. Black gloves gripped the steering wheel.
The only other two businesses in our complex were a sweatshop that produced cheap women's apparel, and a flooring store. I never had reason to enter the sweatshop, but I did buy wall-to-wall carpet once from Abdul. Our one unifying factor was that we all did business with the credit union. In fact, I had just deposited my paycheck there that very morning.
So there we were, four of us from the lab, standing about gabbing, smack dab in the middle of the parking lot when the thieves barreled out of the credit union, hopped into the waiting car and sped our way in order to make a U-Turn and exit onto Harbor Boulevard.
That's when the passenger's back door swung open and a sack of money spilled out. Banded stacks of hundreds landed our way. There must have been fifty thousand dollars scattered about our feet. The car kept going.
Within seconds, the credit union manager and every teller rushed out the doors, each one standing by a stack of bills. They must have trained for just such a scenario.
We later learned that the robbers switched cars nearby but were apprehended a short time later.
I, for one, was happy, as I figured that some of that loot was mine.

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