I just gotta share this;
My husband and I made a stop at the bank this afternoon, almost drove by, pressed for time, stopped anyway.
I sat in the car, pretty much staring into space.
My eye was attracted to a gathering crowd and as I turned my head to see there were a zillion police cars and ambulances converging on the bank. I got out of the car and raced to the bank thinking, bombs?, hostages?
The police are everywhere, and lots of bank employees, the bank is sealed and the only other person inside would be – my husband.
I begin to ask the other onlookers, what happened here? These were latecomers with no sure answers but it seems the bank has been robbed.
Now I’m looking through the windows at my husband. So I ask, “Not by that guy?”, they don’t know. There was a struggle, there was money everywhere, that much they know.
So I tell someone, through the glass doors, “that’s my husband”, so they took me into the side door and upstairs but the bank was still sealed.
They didn’t know much up there either. But they sat me down and gave me a glass of water. They knew a customer had thwarted a robbery.
Remembering he had his cell phone I called him and told him he was always a hero to me.
The details, the guy ahead of him in line, at the next teller, he overheard say, “Do it. Do it now!” He was under the impression they knew each other. When he next looked up he said he expected to see the teller grinning at her friend, but he could tell from the look on her face something was amiss.
The robber had stacks of money in each hand and managed to drop one and bent down and swiped at it then took flight. My guy took after him, tackling him to the ground near the glass doors and bouncing off the table thingy. Robber gets free, my guys brings him down again, wrestling him through the doors and out onto the street pressing his face into the sidewalk. Another bank employee entered the fray at this point and the polic arrived.
Robber guy was 5’11", 160-180lbs, not visibly armed.
My guy, 5’3", 135 lbs, 54 yrs young. Had little guy syndrome as a young man, played football in school, wrestled, gymnastics.
Now you gotta understand, my guy is the gentlest, kindest, sweetest dispositioned kind of fellow. He’s a ‘do the right thing’ kind of guy.
However, as it happens our lives at the moment are hugely trying, his Mom had a stroke, permanently bedridden, we’re trying to keep her in her own home, we both have two jobs, we live in seperate places, except weekends, we need to find a house so we live all together, nobody sells their house this time of year, it’s been seven months of living an impossible life. I’ve already had a little breakdown, and he’s getting close. In fact, he was bitching about how he was ready to snap as we were driving to the bank. (We were supposed to go look at a house though he has no free time, I had pointed out that it was our only hope for our life to improve.)
This guy picked the wrong guy to piss off today and my guy got rid of some his frustrations!
We went out for a bite to eat at our local pub, but I was forbidden to tell anyone about the days events.
The police want to get him a citizen’s citation or some such, he’ll hate that.
I just got in, what a strange turn of events my afternoon held. They even mentioned him on our local news, as in, customer thwarts robbery.
Hee, Hee, Hee.
He’s got a few bumps and bruises but we were both howling with laughter when it was all over.
I just had to share these events or I was going to burst.
So, how was your day?
