Denise had tried for ten days to get the stupid coffee machine to work. As if it wasn’t hard enough to wake up at 2:00 am to care for Trent and then again at 5:00 am to get ready for work, coffee was her only saving grace. Her job at the bank gave her security, but it didn’t pay all too well and she couldn’t afford to buy coffee at the Starbucks down the street. So for the tenth morning in a row she went without coffee. Trent was already up again, so she had to feed him.
She dropped Trent off at her mothers and headed to the Bentown Bank. It was a small town, so business was usually slow on Wednesday, and she found herself once again dozing off.
“Hey Denise!” shouted Beth as Denise started dozing.
Jolted awake, Denise said, “Hi Beth.”
“You will not believe what happened to me last night.”
“Oh really, what happened?” Denise knew that Beth would just tell her another story about her kids or something that only she could possibly find interesting. Denise always seemed to find herself in situations with people who make a story out of the mundane. She wished that, just once, something amazing would happen.
“Well, Judy comes home from school and tells me she no longer wants to live in my home…MY home! She wants to go on her own, live in her own house. Well I told her that if that was her choice, she could do it, but she would have to cook and clean and pay rent all by herself. She snaps back and says…”
Right then the bell on the door rang, so Denise turned away to take care of the business. She had never seen the man before. He was official looking, wearing a suit and dark glasses. He walked up to Denise’s counter. Calmly, he said, “I’d like to make a withdrawal.”
Denise suddenly knew that something was up. A gun came up from behind the counter and she quickly pushed the alarm button and put her hands in the air. Beth screamed and ducked under her desk.
“Put the money in the bag. Put as much as you can fit in. Hurry up!” He shouted, getting louder and louder. Denise had been through robbery training when she was hired, but never thought it would happen to her. She slowly started to put money in the bag, waiting for the police to get there. She began to think of what could happen if she was killed. Where would Trent go? Why haven’t I done anything important in my life? She couldn’t help but start to cry as she did this. When he saw this, the burglar shouted “Come on, lady, hurry up!”
Suddenly, the police stormed in the bank door and swiftly arrested the criminal. Strangely, it didn’t seem difficult to get him to comply. They also found that the gun was empty. It was almost as if he wanted to be arrested. Denise tried to compose herself as she put the money back in the register. One of the officers stayed around to get information and to comfort Denise and Beth. They told the whole story for the police report, and eventually, the officer left, sure that there would be no more problems.
Beth looked over at Denise and continued, “Well, anyway, she snaps back and she says ‘Well, if you’re gonna make rules for me, then you should have rules too. I mean, who is this new guy you’re dating? Who is he? I don’t care! I hate him!’ I mean, where did that come from? Bob is a nice guy and I like him…” Denise found herself dozing off again.