It was a pretty average day -- at the office, and completely looped on drugs, I decided to make a fateful and completely retarded decision regarding a fast way to make some quick money. I think I'd taken two to three Oxy-80's by that point of the morning, and a handful of 1mg Klonopin, probably 5 to 7 milligrams, as was my typical dosage. I usually took lunch later in the day, but on this particular morning, I informed my boss that I'd be leaving a bit earlier for my break, right around noon-ish.
I drove down to the center of town, and went to a local CVS. No, I didn't rob the pharmacy. At the drugstore, I promptly found the little display of sunglasses and stole a pair. I then found a cheap baseball cap and shoplifted that too, then left. I walked down about a block or so to a pay phone outside of my destination, picked up the receiver, and dialed the non-emergency line of the local police department (the main-line, not 911). When the operator/dispatcher picked up, he told me that my call was being recorded. I told the guy on the other end of the phone that there were two men with rifles in the parking lot of the local public high school, and that they were approaching the school itself, and that the PD better dispatch officers immediately, and fast. I hung up the phone.
Then, I put the hat on, the sunglasses too, and made my way into the lobby of Bank of America. I had written the note at my desk beforehand, and I cut the big lunchtime, payday line, walked up to the teller at the corner of the row. I handed her the note, which was scrawled in black magic marker, informing her that I was armed, dangerous and serious -- and demanding all of the 100's, 50's, 20's and 10's from the top drawer.
Immediately, and without reading the note that I'd handed her, the teller knew that she was being held up. They train for this sort of thing after all. She never had a chance to read the note, as she instantly and visibly panicked, and actually handed the note back to me.
I whispered my demand for cash to her, took back the note, and waited in slow motion time while she stuffed the stacks of bills into a large manila envelope. I told her, "no dye packs...no bills off the bottom", and likely, a bunch of other crazy shit. She complied, and pretty quickly too, while I stood nervously at the counter with my head tilted downward, away from the surveillance cameras, constantly checking over my shoulder to see if any bank manager or security guard or citizen/customer was making a move on me. No one was, though it was obvious that there was a robbery in progress.
Then -- after she handed me the envelope with the loot -- I walked out through the door I came in through. The whole robbery had taken less than one minute. I walked briskly to my vehicle, double parked and engine running, about a block away, still parked in front of the CVS. No one followed me out, but I could see the teller I'd robbed and some other people congregating in the foyer of the bank to try to ascertain some semblance of intelligence on the perpetrator (me)...like a license plate number, and the make and model of the (now getaway) car I was speeding off in. I actually made it back to work before my hour lunch break had ended, and after making a pit-stop to see the dope man, in order to re-up.
When I got back to the office -- I went directly to the bathroom, and locked myself inside. I removed the envelope from my suit jacket, and started organizing the stacks of cash and loose bills, counting my 'score'. I'd made off with just under six grand. The money was spent within four days. I bought drugs, obviously...took my girl out...gambled...and that was it. But I'm getting ahead of myself.