Does Anyone Know How to Operate an Extinguisher?
You see these things and just shake your head. I don’t think I could have given the robber any money. I would have been on the floor laughing too hard. I guess the concealed carry laws in Alaska don’t cover extinguishers. All that this story needed was to have another teller pop up with a spritzer bottle and put it out.
This reminds me of a story of a guy who robbed a bank in Anchorage back in the early 90’s. His name was Steve. I only remember him because I knew the guy. Steve was a parolee from Florida with a thing for guns. He tried to get me to go along with some of his hair-brained (read: illegal) money-making schemes. He even tried to blackmail my career to get at me. Finally I managed to convince him that I didn’t want anything to do with him and he left me alone.
A few months later, I saw his name in the paper. Apparently he was the getaway driver for a stickup at one of the local banks. They weren’t smart enough (but you knew that already didn’t you?) to pick a bank on a road that directly led to the highway. Nope, they picked one in a shopping center that only had two exits from the parking lot. The brain surgeon of the pair went it to demand the money. Alas, he forgot to pull the stocking over his face. He had it on but it was pushed up on his forehead. At last he got the money and ran out to jump in the car with Steve.
They sped away from the bank only to get stuck in traffic a few hundred feet later; at a stoplight. They also didn’t notice the police substation about three doors down from the bank. The cops didn’t even bother to chase them in cars. They ran after the getaway car and caught up to it at the stoplight. Our hero jumped out of the car screaming “DON’T SHOOT ME!!” as he fell to the ground and put his hands behind his back. It might have been the easiest bust ever for the Anchorage cops.
Alaska needs a better breed of bank robber.
I did see Steve one last time. We were at the airport to pick up relatives and he was in cuffs escorted by the FBI. It seems that bank robbing violated his parole conditions. Justice is so sweet.
This reminds me of a story of a guy who robbed a bank in Anchorage back in the early 90’s. His name was Steve. I only remember him because I knew the guy. Steve was a parolee from Florida with a thing for guns. He tried to get me to go along with some of his hair-brained (read: illegal) money-making schemes. He even tried to blackmail my career to get at me. Finally I managed to convince him that I didn’t want anything to do with him and he left me alone.
A few months later, I saw his name in the paper. Apparently he was the getaway driver for a stickup at one of the local banks. They weren’t smart enough (but you knew that already didn’t you?) to pick a bank on a road that directly led to the highway. Nope, they picked one in a shopping center that only had two exits from the parking lot. The brain surgeon of the pair went it to demand the money. Alas, he forgot to pull the stocking over his face. He had it on but it was pushed up on his forehead. At last he got the money and ran out to jump in the car with Steve.
They sped away from the bank only to get stuck in traffic a few hundred feet later; at a stoplight. They also didn’t notice the police substation about three doors down from the bank. The cops didn’t even bother to chase them in cars. They ran after the getaway car and caught up to it at the stoplight. Our hero jumped out of the car screaming “DON’T SHOOT ME!!” as he fell to the ground and put his hands behind his back. It might have been the easiest bust ever for the Anchorage cops.
Alaska needs a better breed of bank robber.
I did see Steve one last time. We were at the airport to pick up relatives and he was in cuffs escorted by the FBI. It seems that bank robbing violated his parole conditions. Justice is so sweet.
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