I spoke with my mom last night and she related a tale of some scary events that happened to her last friday. It seems that she was at the local bank when an armed gunman ran in and tried to rob it. She was actually at the teller and when the gunman ran in he got between them. It’s very frustrating to think of idiotic gunmen scaring the hell out of old ladies and making them cower all for a few paltry bills.
The episdoe didn’t last long but the effects were very traumatic to my mom who still trembles when she tries to retell the tale. Personally, I’m upset that my father didn’t stick around long enough to have the ambulance fully treat her for shock. Yeah, they looked her over, but after a while once she stopped shaking, they allowed her to be taken home.
At least she recognizes the importance of trying to put it behind her and took tentative steps yesterday to walk back into the branch to speak with the manager and finish the transaction they had begun 4 days prior…
*sigh* I hate people.