Being mistaken for one of the bank teller security guards, Jim was let in without even so much as a glance from anyone. Except Randy. Randy knew and he was just waiting for that perfect moment. Jim walked to the back where the safe was. I’m not sure really, but I think it was in the back. I wasn’t there so I’m really just recreating the whole thing. But I’m pretty sure the majority of banks have safes in the back of the building. So let’s go with that.
Jim walked to the back of the building and no one watched. Except Randy. Randy watched.
It was 9:28 am. Jim knew he shouldn’t have stopped off for the doughnut. He also knew it would throw off his timing. But the “HOT NOW” sign was on and he also really knew that doughnuts are so good when they first come out of the oven. Is it his fault the route to the bank went right past the darn Doughnut Hut? Well, regardless he was there now and he was heading to the back of the building.
“May I help you” Randy said to the next person in line. Then he glanced back over his shoulder to watch Jim walk past the branch manager’s office. He turned back and leaned forward a little in his chair. “I can help the next person in line down here,” Randy spoke a little louder this time.
Jim looked down and noticed a flake of sugar from earlier. He brushed it off and hit his nametag sending it flying across the room and into a filing cabinet making a loud metal “clang!” “Oh Shhh” Jim said in that quite little inside your mouth voice. You know when you’re trying to talk to someone without moving your mouth. I guess it’s similar to the technique used by a ventriloquist. But I really don’t know.
“That’s ten, twenty, forty and one, two, three….” “Clang!”
Randy’s heart dropped down beneath the counter and he glanced back over to see what the noise was. He saw Jim walking over towards the branch manager’s office.
Jacob asked, “Hey buddy, can I have the rest of my money now?” He wasn’t usually in such a hurry. It’s just that he had left his dog in the car and he wanted to get back out there before his brain had melted out of one of his little fluffy ears.
“Oh sure, sorry about that.” Randy fumbled through the rest of the ones calling out the total as he went along. Adding it up for you on the spot so you didn’t have to worry about it later.
“Three, four, five and six.” Standard procedure for the bank. What wasn’t so standard, was a guy dressed up as a bank security guard crawling on the floor towards the branch manager’s office door.
“Thank you and you have a nice day sir.”
Randy twirled his sign to say teller closed and started to walk over to Jim.