The story actually starts this morning as I'm taking the kids to school. While on Main Street, I notice a guy in a black cowboy hat wearing a black duster walking along the road. It struck me as odd since people typically don't dress like that around here. As I was driving to work after dropping the kids off, I noticed he was making pretty good progress up towards my store.
Most of you know I'm a pharmacist so I'm pretty much on guard 24/7. I've got lots of things people want and my pharmacy has been robbed a total of three times, all them occuring before I bought the store. So, I made sure to get there, get in and get everything locked back up while I got ready for the day, but I do this every day anyway.
This guy proceeds to walk up and down Main Street all day long. Our town isn't that big, maybe about three thousand, so people tend to notice anything different. I guess at one point, and I learned this after my time with this guy, that the police had already stopped and talked to him at some point in the day.
Well, about 4 P.M. this dude comes into my pharmacy and hangs toward the back wall. We ask is we can help him. Of course he says "no". He slowly makes his way along the back wall looking at almost ever single item on the back shelves. When he makes it to the area in front of my cash registers, he kneels down behind one of the counters where we can't see him, facing the direction of the registers and me (and there's no products on the back side of that counter). Oh, and I forgot to mention that he had a bag with him big enough to conceal something large.
So, by this time the girls are starting to freak out and I've already got my Mossberg 500 in two hands behind the pharmacy counter where nobody but my techs can see. My young cashier keeps glancing at me and all I do is nod to her. I can only hope they remember what I told them to do if anybody shows a weapon. Well, I don't know what this dude was up to but he came up looking around but without a weapon. I'm thinking perhaps the fact that there were six of us plus two patients perhaps made him think twice about doing something funny. Either that or he's the biggest dumbass I've ever encountered because I just knew he was going to come up with a gun and I was going to have to blow his head off.
Like I said, he came up, glanced around, milled about for a bit more by the door and then walked out. He did spend a few extra seconds looking at the grenade I had sitting on the counter that has a tag with #1 on the pin and a sign that asks sales people to take a number. It still bothered the girls after he left and he continued to walk the streets. He passed by the store two more times but on the opposite side of the road.
I get the feeling I dodged an incident but I also get the feeling he was scoping me out, seeing how I'd react. He never could see the Mossberg, but he had to know that I was alert and watching him the whole time.
Anyway, I'm exhausted now that the adrenaline has worn off. I hope tomorrow isn't so interesting.
5 years 7 weeks ago, 7:27 PM