There was an armed bank robbery in our city recently. Living in a major metropolitan area for the last 8 years, this is probably not an unusual situation. This particular robbery happened 1 1/2 blocks south of my office at right about lunch hour. Given that the "perp" fled north after the robbery, this put him at my intersection about 5-ish minutes after I walked through on my way to the library.
Did I see anything? No.
Did I hear anything? No.
Did I know anything about it? Not until I got back to the office and read about it on the local newspaper website.
So why am I so concerned? Why has reading about a robbery so close to me, at a time when I was out walking by, made me so nervous? Was it because I found out about it so soon after the non-encounter? Was it seeing the security camera picture of the really creepy looking disguise he wore? Or is it from growing up in CowPoke NH, and not yet being fully "city-fied"?
Whatever the reason, I'm thinking it will be safer to walk with OoRah or BizP in the future.
Wait a minute, you say. OoRah I understand, him being an ex-Marine and still large and intimidating. But doesn't BizP weigh something like 50 pounds soaking wet if he carries a 20 pound barbell? He doesn't exactly exude intimidation.
True. But like the hunter said while lacing up his tennies - "Dude, I don't have to outrun the bear. I just have to outrun you."
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You give me way too much credit, LadyPats. I couldn't carry those dumbbells. :)
The "word verification" codeword for this blog comment was "frick", which is probably similar to the sound you'd make when you realize that a small man can in fact, run like the wind. I only have to outrun *you*, after all. :)
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