A Teller’s Dilemma.
Frank thought he would be done by now. He was a rookie teller at a small local bank on a holiday weekend. The crowds came and withdrew large sums of cash to be wasted on good times and well wishes.
Yet it was only Thursday which meant their would be one more drop of cash before the day’s close. It was enough to operate the next day. When the sun’s red rays shown through the windows reflecting off of the bank founder’s portrait on the wall, it was almost time to shut down shop.
“So close” Frank whispered gazing at the clock. No more customers and a smooth drop off is what he desired.
The banks time piece had a large bell tone every hour, save for five which it rang twice. It was after which the door flew open. A delicate elderly woman pushed the door open meandered towards the bank withdrawal forms.
The door swung shut, only to be disturbed immediately as it came to rest. A large man in a private security uniform entered with authority. The grandma was still fiddling about looking for a pen.
He clutched a large black bag, and approached Frank.
“So great to see you. Glad you are here.” Frank said with a smile.
The security officer cracked a smile and threw the bag on the counter. After which he held out a clipboard with the proper documents requiring signatures.
“It’s all here right?” Frank asked.
“You wouldn’t be doing your job if you didn’t count it.” The armed money courier said.
“It’s actually one of the fun parts of the job.” Frank explained. He opened the bag and started pulling out stacks of cash. A grin grew upon his face after he counted the full a thousand out.
“I see no discrepancies. It was a pleasure doing business with you.” Frank answered as he signed for the delivery.
Frank left his desk and walked the guard out to the waiting armored truck. With a strong pull the security officer slammed the door. The truck puffed clouds of diesel smoke and sped off.
Frank coughed and dusted himself off and headed back in the bank.
“What the hell are you doing ma’am?” He yelled.
The woman was sliding bundles of money into her purse. She slipped her hands under the steel metal bars.
“Oh you’re back!” She scoffed back.
“I Uhh, my darling’s tennis bracelet fell behind the window when I slipped my withdrawal form through. I was just trying to grab it.” Her voice struggled to find authenticity, but was a great improviser.
Frank walked closer and saw that it wasn’t just her purse. Her shoulders looked like bricks under a sheet. Her bra straps were filled with bundles of cash.
“Oh shit.” Frank cursed.
“You got to put that all back ma’am!”
“I don’t think I will.” She said as she pulled a revolver from under her coat.
The gun clicked when she pointed at Frank’s head.
“Ummmmm please don’t do anything brash ma’am” Frank panicked as he threw his hands in the air.
“I am almost done. You just let me walk through that door.” She instructed.
“I can’t let you do that!” Frank argued.
“Yes you can! And will if you know what’s good for you!” She threatened. Pushing the barrel of the pistol closer to Frank.
“Ok! Ok! Ok! Ok!” Frank fell to his knees.
She kept the gun on him and walked backwards towards the exit. She had too turn around to open the door. That’s when Frank lunged at her from behind. He dashed towards her faster than she could turn around. His body collided with her as he pushed her to the ground.
The gun fell loose from her hand. It bounced twice against the wall. Frank was quick to grab it. It was then she rolled over and also tried for the gun. He used his knees to pin her arms down and focus the fire arm on her.
It was the first time he actually got a real look at her. It was just as he feared. She really was someone’s grandma. Her wrinkled skin corned her eyes. Her silver hair was tied under a scarf.
She yelled in pain. The pressure of frank’s knees was agony on her brittle bones.
Frank immediately bounced back and fell upon the wall next to him.
He kept the gun pointed on her. Then let the aim slip and the gun go limp next to him.
“Get the hell out of here!” He yelled.
