WE HAD A bank robbery in QuincyWednesday. Dirtball comes in, demands money, walks out, disappears.
It amazes me that people are amazed about bank robberies. Frankly, I'm surprised it doesn't happen more often. In Hannibal they had a rash of them a while back and the last couple weren't solved. There was one in Quincy a year or so at the credit union by the 14th and Harrison Hy-Vee, and it's pretty apparent it was a bad guy from out of town who zipped in and zipped out.
Bank robberies don't sound that bad, especially when a weapon isn't displayed, but it has to be horrible for the teller and other employees. They did exactly what they were supposed to do yesterday. It's a traumatic experience, and fortunately nobody got hurt.
Of course the bad guy hasn't been found. Yet. You think he just decided to hit the bank and hope he could slink off? He had a plan, and he got lucky and got away. When he gets caught, I'm sure we'll hear all about his poor childhood, how he was desperate at Christmas, and it was all a mistake, blah blah blah.
Whatever. He's a piece of crap. He scared a lot of people and took advantage of employees who were just doing their jobs. It will take a break or two, but when he's caught, I hope it all comes down on him.
Call me callous, or a former crime and courts reporter. It's the same thing.
It just makes me a little more vigilant at the store too, because we get our share of, uh, characters downtown. I hope I never have to go through something like a robbery, because I really don't know how I'd act.
Badly, probably. We don't even want to think about how badly Sheryl would react....
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