Chocolate Robbers
After craving chocolate for two days in a row, I finally decided to get my fix and buy some M&M's out of the vending machine. I feel better now. I tried to satisfy my craving by trying some diet hot chocolate. There are two words that should never go together: diet and chocolate.
I got into work this morning and learned that three financial institutions have already been robbed, all before 9:30am. Everyone is more vigilant where I work anyway, since we were robbed about a month ago. The local police are awesome. They are making their presence known around here and they have given us vehicle descriptions from the robberies this morning. I guess our area robbers are getting an early start on their Christmas shopping this year.
I will never understand bank robbers. The guy who robbed us a month or so ago hung out in the lobby and made a cell phone call to his kids before he hit us up for the cash. We think he was talking to his kids, because he told whoever he was talking to that he would be home soon, he just had some errands to run on the way home. He finished up his call in line. Now, this is not a good idea. It's like, let's give the teller plenty of time to look at me and get ticked off because I am talking on my cell phone in line. Oh yeah, he also filled out his robbery note on one of our transaction slips, in big black marker, so anyone filling out their slips nearby could have seen him. All I can say is, these guys (the majority of them are guys) are idiots and they have balls. There's a comforting thought; Idiots with guns and balls.
I dreamt last night that I was on "Little House on the Prairie." Only, it was more like, "Little House Meets Science Fiction," as there was murder and mayhem and a disruption in space and time. Then, I went on to my first college clas of the new semester, only it turned out to be a religious cult. The professor kept trying to get me to eat red cupcakes with white icing and red sprinkles on top. When I refused, I was kicked out of class. On my way home from class, I was flying over the Blanchette bridge and witnessed a horrible earthquake. What would Freud say about this dream? Would he say, "sometimes an earthquake is just an earthquake"?
I am going to go case my workplace on my lunch break. Laters!
I got into work this morning and learned that three financial institutions have already been robbed, all before 9:30am. Everyone is more vigilant where I work anyway, since we were robbed about a month ago. The local police are awesome. They are making their presence known around here and they have given us vehicle descriptions from the robberies this morning. I guess our area robbers are getting an early start on their Christmas shopping this year.
I will never understand bank robbers. The guy who robbed us a month or so ago hung out in the lobby and made a cell phone call to his kids before he hit us up for the cash. We think he was talking to his kids, because he told whoever he was talking to that he would be home soon, he just had some errands to run on the way home. He finished up his call in line. Now, this is not a good idea. It's like, let's give the teller plenty of time to look at me and get ticked off because I am talking on my cell phone in line. Oh yeah, he also filled out his robbery note on one of our transaction slips, in big black marker, so anyone filling out their slips nearby could have seen him. All I can say is, these guys (the majority of them are guys) are idiots and they have balls. There's a comforting thought; Idiots with guns and balls.
I dreamt last night that I was on "Little House on the Prairie." Only, it was more like, "Little House Meets Science Fiction," as there was murder and mayhem and a disruption in space and time. Then, I went on to my first college clas of the new semester, only it turned out to be a religious cult. The professor kept trying to get me to eat red cupcakes with white icing and red sprinkles on top. When I refused, I was kicked out of class. On my way home from class, I was flying over the Blanchette bridge and witnessed a horrible earthquake. What would Freud say about this dream? Would he say, "sometimes an earthquake is just an earthquake"?
I am going to go case my workplace on my lunch break. Laters!
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