Never rob a bank when there are old folk about

We were heading to Aldi's but, as with everything we seem to do, we couldn't go just to Aldi's. First we had to go to the post office and then our bank and since the husband went the wrong way to go to Aldi's he got pissed at me, turned around and headed the way we should have gone in the first place, only f we had we wouldn't have had our adventure.

There we are driving down the main street of a small town near us when three guys come flying out of a small bank. chased by an old guy who was followed by another old guy shouting, CALL 911 IT'S A BANK ROBBERY! There is an alleyway beside the bank and I see the bad guys, 3, running along and suddenly one of them throw the money into the air, it scatters everywhere and they keep going. So what does the Old Pooh do? Before I know it, we're in a high speed chase with us doing the chasing. THink Mr Toad's wild ride. The Old Pooh had driven around the corner and then down another street to see if we could spot them, and we did, getting into their car. Off we went, with the Old Pooh intent over the steering wheel and me shouting out the license plate number trying to fix it in my head till I could write it down, while digging in my purse for paper and pen and waiting for gunfire.

You see, I was once head teller in a bank that was robbed, with bad guys jumping over the counter and guns held to my head. I am not a fan of bank robberies or guns. But all of that didn't matter today. So thats why I was waiting for gun fire.

No gun fire though we did corner them on a dead end street only 911 didn't work on the cell phones and today's bad guys managed to get around us. HOWEVER the purse of all junk held both paper and pens and we , ok , I managed to write down the license plate number.

We lost the bad guys at the dead end had to turn around street so we headed back to the bank. The cops were there already and I got out with my license plate scrap of paper, with the number written in yellow highlighter, it was the first pen I grabbed and handed it to the first officer in a uniform. I told him I had the license plate number and he kind of blinked at me the looked at the paper. Then I tell him that the bad guys threw the money away in the alley and the next thing I know the cops are scrabbling around trying to gather up the bills. I wonder if anyone would have bothered to even walk that alley if I hadn' seen the bad guys throw the money.

I was interviewed and reinterviewed and was now known as the one who got the license plate number There was a witness statement to write, mine took two pages.... no surprise there. One of the officers told me that he had seen the car come tearing past and was going to follow it only he got the call for the bank robbery and didn;t know they were connected. If I had managed to get through to 911 on the cell phone they would have known but alas. alack no such luck.

I kinda felt badly for the driver of the car. When we had them boxed in, his round baby face looked sad while the guy in the passenger seat looked pissed and pulled up his face mask again.I could only assume that they never thought that they were being chased by old farts. And one of the old farts looks like Santa. Imagine, running from Santa. I guess we know who's only getting coal in his stocking this year.

So we wrote out our statements, mine took two sheets, and then went around the corner for lunch and a soda where we were then met by a detective who interviewed us more. No FBI this time unlike MY bank robbery decades ago but I like to think that this is, in some small way me getting back at those long ago bank robbers.

I do have a bit of a souvenier, A bit of crime scene tape for my journal. Real police crime scene tape. WOOHOO>.

I had known that the Old Pooh's phone took pictures and if he knew how to work it, I should have taken pics of the bad guys but I didn't. Hopefully the license will be enough.

I don;t know if the media ever showed up. I certainly was NOT going to have my face on TV but I will watch the 5 o'clock news tonight but, for now, I'm heading out to a thrift store for treasures.

Sure beats going to work.