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.
6 comments:
Holy Crap! Good thing you did not go inside. Remind me to tell you the story of when I almost got shot once.
Holy shit, Karen! Wow. I'm guessing no one was shot, right? I hope not. I'm glad you're okay.
This is a crazy city, man. I don't like it much. And we STILL haven't gotten together -- call me. I'm free this weekend, I think.
Holy crap. I'm glad you didn't get caught, umm, I mean, hurt. Yeah, that's it.
Damn those BofA CEO's. They don't need guns when all they have to do is wait for Obama to fork over another chunk of bailout $$ from us.
holy shit! that guy should be happy you didn't go inside. you were already mad, and you probably would have kicked the shit out of him. at the very least, you would have strangled him with one of those chains that connect the pens to the desks.
Yikes! Too close for comfort.
You must have spewed your drink when you heard that story on the news.
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