I went to the bank's drive-up window today to make a deposit and started getting really pissed because the wait was so inordinately long.
I sat there in my car fidgeting--popping mints, cleaning out my purse, flipping through CD's and otherwise getting more and more steamed because of the long wait.
The teller looked kind of flustered, but I figured she must be new so I didn't bother to complain, or even ask about the long wait.
Then I came home and started watching the news, only to discover that the very same bank was being robbed inside while I was in the drive-up lane outside.
The bank surveillance tape showed a short young Hispanic guy, wearing a hoodie and dark glasses. So basically, 65 percent of San Antonians are suspects.
He got away with $10,000.