Where Is My Kevlar Underwear?

Because it was a borderline nice spring day and we were buoyed with optimism from our last successful visit, Donna and I decided to walk to Roma Pizza for some lunch. As we approached the end of our street there were two white Ford Crown Victorias parked side by side with one person leaning in the window of one of the cars. As he stood up he velcroed something black around his midsection.

When we reached him, Donna asked him if it was safe to keep walking. We weren’t too far from home and didn’t mind turning around now. He said, “Yeah, go ahead. There was an armed robbery at a quick cash place on Whiskey Road.” We continued on our way.

Hey, wait a minute, there is one of those places right next door to our destination. As we walked we discussed if maybe we shouldn’t be walking around here right now. When we arrived at the shopping center there were police vehicles everywhere. City cops, county sheriffs and the State police were milling about law enforcement vehicles of all shapes and descriptions.

While we were eating a local news crew set up outside and created quite a stir among the patrons and staff alike. There presence let us know that something important had transpired.

Too bad that it wasn’t during the local mid day news broadcast, because then we could have watched the live news feed on the TV above the bar with one eye while seeing the reporter and camera man with the other as we ate our pizza.

And it was a good thing that we didn’t start out for lunch a half hour earlier or we might have stumbled onto the robbers as they exited the cash place through the back door.