Double Maduro
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So, I'm in line at the bank.
They have a sign on the door asking customers to remove their sunglasses.
A customer comes in in a hooded sweatshirt, hood up, puled tight, unusual only in that it is a little brisk for just a hooded sweatshirt. He is also wearing sunglasses that he doesn't remove, it is a dark, overcast day.
I get THE FEELING.
I get the feeling so bad that I unbutton the bottom button on my shirt to make it that much easier to get to my weapon.
The customer in line between me and sweatshirt says something to him about the weather and sweatshirt kind of mumbles a response, his voice sounds tight and strained.
Sweatshirt sees me glancing at him and when our eyes meet, I nod at him in a friendly way. He averts his gaze.
After about 2 minutes, sweatshirt leaves the bank. From the direction he was going I knew he was on foot.
When I got to the window I asked the teller, Clueless, if he had noticed sweatshirt. He said no, why? I told him my concerns and reasons.
I noticed a woman, Gorgeous, working at a desk behind the tellers get a concerned look and glance out the windows.
I told Clueless that if I saw sweatshirt when I left that I would let them know. He thanked me and I left.
As I was leaving I thought I saw someone sitting in a car in the lot next door. Got to my Explorer and pulled out my binocs. Nope, just a reflection.
Relaxed.
Too soon.
As I was pulling out of the lot, I saw sweatshirt pacing back and forth on the side street, looking agitated. Pulled back in the lot and as I was parking, sweatshirt started heading back to the bank.
As I was getting out of the truck, sweatshirt noticed me, I am hard to miss, and mouthed "oh, sh==", turned around and headed towards the corner.
I went back in the bank and pointed out sweatshirt to clueless, we could see him pacing back and forth in front of the bank now, looking like he was trying to make a decision. Gorgeous gets up, comes out from behind the counter to a place where she can get a better look.
I finally see sweatshirt start hitting himself with a pair of gloves he has been holding and start walking off down the street. I tell Clueless which direction he is going, give him my card so they can get in touch if they want, he thanks me and I leave.
It has been many years since I got THE FEELING, and that was in a place where the feeling was pretty much normal.
It is nice to know that the instincts are still there.
No one else in the bank noticed a thing. I may have misread the situation, but I got THE FEELING.
I hope that if sweatshirt was up to no good, he got scared enough to rethink his life choices.
Now about the signs asking customers to remove their sunglasses when enterring. When they first started going up I asked a teller about them.
They said, "that way if you rob us we will have a better picture".
When I asked them if they thought that if I was going to rob them I would pay any attention to the sign, I got the same look I got when I asked Clueless if he had noticed sweatshirt.
DM
They have a sign on the door asking customers to remove their sunglasses.
A customer comes in in a hooded sweatshirt, hood up, puled tight, unusual only in that it is a little brisk for just a hooded sweatshirt. He is also wearing sunglasses that he doesn't remove, it is a dark, overcast day.
I get THE FEELING.
I get the feeling so bad that I unbutton the bottom button on my shirt to make it that much easier to get to my weapon.
The customer in line between me and sweatshirt says something to him about the weather and sweatshirt kind of mumbles a response, his voice sounds tight and strained.
Sweatshirt sees me glancing at him and when our eyes meet, I nod at him in a friendly way. He averts his gaze.
After about 2 minutes, sweatshirt leaves the bank. From the direction he was going I knew he was on foot.
When I got to the window I asked the teller, Clueless, if he had noticed sweatshirt. He said no, why? I told him my concerns and reasons.
I noticed a woman, Gorgeous, working at a desk behind the tellers get a concerned look and glance out the windows.
I told Clueless that if I saw sweatshirt when I left that I would let them know. He thanked me and I left.
As I was leaving I thought I saw someone sitting in a car in the lot next door. Got to my Explorer and pulled out my binocs. Nope, just a reflection.
Relaxed.
Too soon.
As I was pulling out of the lot, I saw sweatshirt pacing back and forth on the side street, looking agitated. Pulled back in the lot and as I was parking, sweatshirt started heading back to the bank.
As I was getting out of the truck, sweatshirt noticed me, I am hard to miss, and mouthed "oh, sh==", turned around and headed towards the corner.
I went back in the bank and pointed out sweatshirt to clueless, we could see him pacing back and forth in front of the bank now, looking like he was trying to make a decision. Gorgeous gets up, comes out from behind the counter to a place where she can get a better look.
I finally see sweatshirt start hitting himself with a pair of gloves he has been holding and start walking off down the street. I tell Clueless which direction he is going, give him my card so they can get in touch if they want, he thanks me and I leave.
It has been many years since I got THE FEELING, and that was in a place where the feeling was pretty much normal.
It is nice to know that the instincts are still there.
No one else in the bank noticed a thing. I may have misread the situation, but I got THE FEELING.
I hope that if sweatshirt was up to no good, he got scared enough to rethink his life choices.
Now about the signs asking customers to remove their sunglasses when enterring. When they first started going up I asked a teller about them.
They said, "that way if you rob us we will have a better picture".
When I asked them if they thought that if I was going to rob them I would pay any attention to the sign, I got the same look I got when I asked Clueless if he had noticed sweatshirt.
DM