The woman in the bank seemed to be biding her time.
She was crouched over a withdrawal slip, but she continually eyed the male teller who was serving a customer at the end of the counter. His queue was getting shorter. She edged her way along the side wall of the bank until she was opposite him. She waited until the last of them had moved off, then walked forward quickly.
She smiled. He just nodded. She drew the folded paper from her pocket and slid it through to him. He picked it up and read… ‘I want you to stay calm. I want two hundred dollars in twenties. Be as quick as you can. Do not use the alarm and I promise no one will get hurt.’
At first he looked around. He seemed to be unsure about how he should react. After a few moments, remaining expressionless, he began collecting the demanded notes.
With a sigh, he pushed the money across.
She giggled as she stuffed the money into her purse.
He wasn’t smiling. He leant forward.
“Honey, do we have to go through this charade every week?”