In the early 90's, I lived in Virginia and worked in a shipyard. I had a co-worker, Frank, that I was close friends with. One Friday, he came up to me and told me he had to work late, but had some papers that his wife needed to sign and fax out before the end of the day. She worked as a teller at a small branch bank and the bank closed at four.
Even though I'd never been in that branch before, I knew where it was and was more than happy to help them out.
I got there about five minutes before closing. His wife's name was Brenda and she was very average-looking overall, but her most outstanding feature was her huge bosom. She wore clothes that tried to minimize her breast size and even then she was bigger than double-D.
She signed the papers and faxed them and she was just fawning over me thanking me for getting the papers to her. (It was a legal matter of some kind and they were very close-mouthed about the details for as long as I knew them.)
At one minute before closing, two big burly women walked in: one white and one black. They whipped out guns and started yelling, "We're robbin' this motherfuckin' bank!"
They rounded everybody up: there was me, Brenda, a skinny old lady teller, and the branch manager (a sturdy-looking woman in her own right).
The robbers couldn't get into the vault because it was sealed with a time lock that wouldn't let it be opened until Monday. It was late on a Friday afternoon and the teller drawers didn't have much cash in them. Their total haul was less than ten thousand dollars.
The robbers were furious. I guess they'd watched too many bank robbery movies because they thought they would walk out with millions of dollars. The skinny old lady started to inform them that there was more cash in the ATM, but a hard elbow in the ribs from the bank manager prevented that.
The robbers decided to take out their frustration on us.
