She Just “Sort of” Robbed The Bank
Today’s post is an “Oldie But A Goodie” from September of 2015. It is one of my personal favorites and, as bizarre as it seems, I assure you that it is completely true.
I WAS CHATTING WITH THE USUAL SUSPECTS the other day when the topic of bank robbery came up. Sometimes they scare me. This bunch of Geezers couldn’t rob the Food Bank, let alone an actual – “Money in the vault, Can I see some ID, please,” type of bank. This group would be called the “Don’t forget to take your meds gang.” Even so, they would be a bigger threat than a person I once knew who really did try to rob a bank.
About ten years ago B.R. (Before Retirement) a female coworker whom I knew and liked working with, called in to her Supervisor one sunny morning. She said that she was going to be in a little late because she “Had some business to take care of.” Little did we all know that her “business” was knocking off a bank.
While I and everyone else at work were getting ready for another day on the job, she was out pulling into the parking lot at a local bank.
From later reports it went down something like this –
My coworker drove to the bank, checked her .45 caliber semiautomatic handgun to be sure it was loaded (it was), got out of the car and walked up to the front door of the bank. At this point things began to fall apart for her.
She pulled the handle to open the door – nothing. It wouldn’t budge. The door was locked. It was locked because, in an effort to rob the bank and still get to work, she got an early start to her day and arrived, fully loaded, before banking hours. The bank wouldn’t be open for another half hour.
There is an old adage that says, “Plan your work and work your plan.” My friend, the would-be bank robber, skimped on the first part of that. If this plan was to be as easy as 1 – 2 – 3 you can’t skip the 2 and go straight to 3.
So, there she is – standing at the front door of the bank, holding her shooting iron, and she can’t get the door to open. It was then that she made the decision to try again another day. Perhaps it was best to just go on to work like nothing had happened. No harm – No foul.
While she was standing there contemplating her “Plan B” the people who worked in the other bank, just across the street, witnessed this entire fiasco and had already called the Terre Haute Police Department. Terre Haute – that’s French for, “Mama don’t ‘low no bank robbin’ round here.”
Before she could get back to her car and go off to work, she found herself surrounded. It was not even 8 AM and her day was not going to get any better.
Since she never really robbed the bank, they couldn’t charge her with that crime, but they had a list of others to present her with.
It turned out, upon further investigation, that she had lied on her job application – in that part about “Have you ever been convicted of a felony?” She had done some hard time a few years back for some other failed misadventure. This, of course, made her possession of the .45 caliber semiautomatic weapon a serious “No – No.” Added to that – she had no Concealed Carry permit for the gun – which was not registered anywhere. At least she did have a valid driver’s license – but the car wasn’t hers.
Fast Forward about three years –
I was tooling up and down the aisles of a store in town when I hear a voice behind me call out, “Hey, John!” This happens a lot to me. It is usually a former client or parent thereof – not this time. I turned around and there was our own local Bonnie Parker Wannabe.
“Hi, John. Remember me? We used to work together.”
Now this was one of those moments when you really don’t want to say the wrong thing. So, of course, the first words out of my mouth were,
“Sure, I remember you. Where you been keeping yourself?”
“Oh, I’ve been out of town for a while.”
Courtesy of the State of Indiana.
I really don’t remember the rest of the conversation.
I always enjoyed working with her. She was friendly, confident, and easy to get along with. Lucky for me she never needed an accomplice.