She stepped out of her car, looked all around her, pulled her sweater a bit tighter and walled to the door. She looked at the window, the smiling clown holding a bag of money was in the corner, she had the door opened by Jack. His brown shirt neatly pressed, his shoes shined and his Brinks bandage polished and shining. His Glock in its holster and he wore his big smile.
Good morning Ms Becky, hope you had a fine weekend. She smiled back as he closed and locked the door. Indeed I did, my husband fixed BBQ pork steaks and I got to relax. She walked to the staff room hung her sweater on the coat rack, noting a couple others there as well. Opened her purse and put her bagged lunch of BBQ pork steak and a salad in the fridge. Got a cup off the shelve and poured some coffee mixing in two teaspoons of sugar.
Shelly walked in and did the same but adding creamer. This was as much a daily ritual as brushing ones hair. They sit at the table, looking at the big clock, others came in some stayed others went to their posts, but Becky, which worked hard, did a very good job, well liked, would not start work till it was time. She felt strongly about the need to enjoy ever moment for self you could pull out of the day, but never cheat the employer either.
Her job required many things, like, a good sense of humor, patience, math skills and to be analytical, yet above all honesty. It helped if you were pleasing to the eye as well, yet a big smile made almost anyone pleasing to the eye. Becky and Shelly were friends, they both had started to work on the same day a year ago.
The name tag just over their right breast, gold with black letters said, St Jude's Bank and Trust, under that, their names. That name tag was a must, and if you forgot it at home, you lost however long it took you to go get if from your pay. No tag no work, if you lost it, you were fined a $100 and could not work till replacement was created. Plus you would be added to a list kept by the security administrator.
The first thing you learn working for a bank, is security is a very big thing. You'er given the policy Manuel and tested over it before you ever see the John Doe public. As a teller you had lots of things to learn, protocol and methodology in not only how to deal with clients but how to get your starting cash, when to cash in or out funds, and when and how to go to the vault. What was acceptable checks to cash, how to tell a scam, how to tell what was counterfeit money. Becky's favorite, dealing with bate money and die packs.
There was the customer that came in everyday to make deposits or to pick up working cash. There was people like Mrs Jenson that always had her account messed up and you had to help her get her check book in order. Then there was Mr Thomas that at least once a month paid the fees to get copies of some checks.
There was kids that would try to take funds from parents or relatives bank accounts in all kinds of ways, showing up with phony signed checks, or a debit card they did not know the pin for. There was stores better then any stage writer could write, and some so silly you laughed, others just plain stupid. There was at least once a week where a wife emptied the joint bank account, and left a husband enraged. Those might give you a half hour of detail into the marriage including the bed.
For her $10.25 a hour she stood on her feet, looked happy, and got dirty fingers, guys looking at her boobs, trying to see down her top. Flirted with, insulted, cursed and threatened.
Bank managers were making the big bucks and going out to fancy lunches and big parties, all paid for by the bank, while she was on the front line, and ever moment watched. The head teller had a fake smile and fake good humor and would call you a thief if your drawer was a dollar short. Three times and they just fired you, mistakes managers could make, God forbid a teller make one.
She had a habit, after every customer, look at the clock. At exactly 9:30 am she would head for the staff room, drink a Coke, and be back and not take a moment longer then the 15 minutes, or risk being docked. At 12:00 pm rush again to the staff room and be back in exactly 30 minutes and again at 3:30 pm for another 15 minutes off her feet.
She looked up now, Mr Thomas just had withdrawn 200$ 2, 50's, 4, 20's, 1, 10 and 2, 5's. It was 11:35 am, up walked a man she had never seen, her trained eye looked him over, his hat hiding most of his head, his beard hiding most of his face, his hand in his pocket pulled out a gun that looked like Jacks.
A note was laid on the counter as if the guy had no voice. "This is a robbery" as if the gun didn't tell her that already. Do not hit the button and slowly walk and tell everyone including the guard to just step back against the wall. Then he walked back to Jack, whispered something and took Jacks gun as Jack locked the door.
She didn't hit the hot button and no one else would, bank policy was never hit the alarm while a robber was still in the bank. A scared robber took hostages or shot people. Just do as they ask, give them the money.
Becky came back to her window, Shelly was crying but she was pressed to the wall. He told Shelly to come to him. Once she was there, he had everyone come out lay on the floor on their belly as he held his gun to Shelly's head. Then he walked over to Jack and said, Billy don't be hero, laughing.
He went with Shelly behind the counter and took money, he knew what he was doing, as he never touched the bait money. He waved at the camera and as Shelly was crying he dropped some bills told her to bend and pick them up. Let's make a show for the guy's at the FBI, he yanked up her skirt over her hips, bumped up against her bottom and made a face and groaned. He thought it was all so funny as Shelly sobbed.
When all the money was in a bag, he told her to go lay with the rest on the floor. He backed to the door, flipped the lock walked out and walked down the walk. Time anyone was able to get to the window he was not in sight. The police was called, some customers wanted to leave, Jack asked them not too.
The police was there in five minutes and in thirty the FBI. Each person made statements, the tapes watched, one agent did smile at the fake sex scene. Becky thought it odd no finger prints were taken, and that soon as a teller was done being questioned they were back working. The bank was down only a hour.
Becky was interviewed three times, accused of being in on it, asked if it was her boy friend? Then when cops and FBI done, the security administrator did it all again. She was late being at last allowed to go home. Becky needed her job, but after today she would be looking for a new job. The one question no one asked and she didn't say, her panties was wet. When she peed herself she didn't know, and she was glad not a lot, but for her that was the very worst part of it all.
The porno actor robber is out there someplace, no doubt shaved now, hair back to its real color, the five hundred dollars spent. Maybe he has kids, maybe he was homeless, maybe a druggie. Perhaps he is your neighbor, co worker, son, brother, uncle. Don't fear, it went too easy, and he will do it again, he will make a mistake and he will be caught.
Shelly was so embarrassed she quit her job with in two weeks. Becky now works for 7.35 a hour as a hotel maid. Both start shaking and cry if they must go in a bank, Becky finds it hard not wet herself just walking in a bank. Some customers there that day changed banks, others retell the story as if they were heroes. Jack was reassigned and now Bob is the banks guard.
When the security administrator is in his office alone, working late, he re watches the tape, he backs it up and runs it again as Shelly's skirt tossed up and the robber bumps up to her. He knows the color of her thong, smiles at the bugs bunny tattoo on her butt cheek, and more details I think we are better off not knowing.
Life goes on and for the rest of us, it was barely mentioned on the news, and we didn't care anyway. The FBI has the file tucked in a cabinet and far better things to do. Yes life goes on, only Shelly and Becky has found a part of themselves was changed, endangered, harmed and perhaps a part that never can be healed.