Police said he got away with $2,871.
There was a time when people robbed banks because that was where the money was but that time has passed.
Note to thieves. The strip mall bank branches don’t have a lot of cash. It is not worth robbing those banks. Less than $3000 is only enough to set you up until the end of the week.
So, gone are the days when Robert De Niro can knock over a bank and make off with something in the low eight-figures?
One of my friends has been a teller at a number of banks. I think your average bank (though you may be right about the malls) keeps alot more cash than that on hand. The problem for the robber is that the tellers are not going to volunteer the information. The merchant teller alone could have $10,000-$40,000.
In a robbery, they will likely just hand over their top drawers.
I thought I read a study of how much robbers (who went to prison) made from their crimes. IIRC, spreading the take out over the years they spent in prison, they would have done better with a minimum wage job.
I don’t have the cite, but imagine you rob five convenience stores and get $800 from each. Then you serve three years for it. Do the math.
“Don’t let yourself get attached to anything you are not willing to walk out on in 30 seconds flat if you feel the heat around the corner.”
Still, DeNiro had nothing on Alan Rickman: “Well, when you steal $600, you can just disappear. But when you steal $600 million, they will find you, unless they think you’re already dead.” If it weren’t for that wanker Bruce Willis, he’d be sleeping on his own Carribean island now.
You can’t go around robbing branch offices and the like; you have to have the balls and the skill to go for the big scores. Still, it’s a bad racket to be in; as soon as you turn your back, George Kennedy cracks you in the skull, or one of your dimwit associates buys a diamond ring for his moll and her boss gets suspicious, or your suitcase latches break on the tarmac and the airplane blows cash all over. And if you survive all that, your mother cuts your throat with a broken glass and runs off with the money. It never goes right in the end.
It isn’t so much the money as it is the cool people you get to hang with, the neat clothes they give you, the fantastic chow served in prison, and, of course, the medical care. I have a cousin who is a career criminal, specializing in banks and loan companies. Actually, he is a career recidivist; the banks and loan companies are just a means to an end. The last time I saw him was like 35 years ago; I don’t know if he is alive or dead and don’t care. He was out on some sort of compasionate furlough because his mother died. When he was ready to go back to prison, he robbed a loan company, turned to flee, slipped and fell and, of course, dropped his gun. Without a gun, he couldn’t escape and so surrendered to the security guard and waited patiently until the police could be summoned. He had done the same thing several times before, or so I was told—he regarded a parole as more like a month’s vacation. He was a scarey dude, though.