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The robbery.
Yes, I was robbed at knifepoint while closing the store tonight. Because it is now after 11pm, and I'm just getting my wits about me again, I'll put this here. To make it easier on myself though, I'm just going to type in what I wrote on the police report tonight (they were nice enough to make me a copy).
I was doing the routine closing procedures for the store, and I had just finished counting and totaling the money. I decided to start my car so that it would begin cooling down for me while I finished the last few minutes' work. I pulled my keys out and grabbed the garbage bag to toss in the dumpster. I walked out the back door of the store, tossed the bag toward the dumpster, and before it was in, a man shoved me from behind. I gasped really loudly because I was scared, but when I turned around and saw that he was covered in a mask, I gasped again, shaking this time.
He said, "I want all the money the store has. All the money in the safe." I said, "Okay," and he followed me back to the office, but he took my car keys from me.
I had the money laid out on the counter to begin pulling the night's deposit, and he said, "I want all that." I grabbed the two handfuls and handed it to him - all paperclipped and noted together, even. He told me to sit down in the chair, and then he pulled out a roll of blue tape and showed me a knife - it was about the length of my thumb to my forefinger.
He was wearing a green-and-blue 1" plaid flannel-looking shirt with long sleeves, and he had kinda faded light blue jeans on. He was about 3-4" taller than me. He was wearing a dark navy blue (or faded black) toboggan ski-type hat over his hair and whole face - it had eye holes but none for the mouth.
He couldn't get the blue tape started, so he made me do it. He told me he was going to take my car keys so I couldn't leave. I was crying then, and I cried out something about "my babies." Then he made me put my arms behind the chair, and he taped my wrists and ankles up.
He put a piece of tape over my mouth (3 pieces, actually), but then he asked me how much money he got. I looked over my left shoulder at the paperwork, and I tried to tell him. I messed it up about four times before I got it right - $3,043.75. He asked me where all the quarters were, and I told him they were in the drawer in the front of the store. He asked me if there was more money up there, and I told him, "Yes." He then asked me where our video cameras went to, and I told him I didn't know. He asked if the tapes would catch him if he walked o the front to get the money, and then he said, "Yeah, they will. You know it."
He showed me the knife, and he told me he would use it if I set off the alarm on my way to get the money in the front for him. He used his knife and cut all the tapes off, and he told me to stop crying. He said the tape would show if I was crying, and it would look wrong. He told me to go get the money, and he stayed in the back office and watched me on the video. I picked up the drawer, then put it down and picked the money out of it instead. I brought it back to him, and he made me put it in a white plastic bag (like a Wal*Mart one) with the rest of the money.
He made me sit down again, and then he taped up my ankles again. He told me then that he would leave me my keys so I could cut out and get home "to [my] kids." He taped my wrists again and my mouth, but then he wedged a key into my hand.
He told me not to call the police or "[he] would know." He told me to wait 15 minutes before cutting out. I looked at the video then, and the clock said 18:01. He left out the back door again, and he pushed the door to just a bit. I felt that he was still there for a minute or so. I watched the clock and just cried, not knowing what to do - wait or not.
I cried so much I started coughing, and then the tape got too wet and became loose. I pulled real hard with my right hand at 18:07 and it came free. I was afraid to call the police first, so I called Carmelle (the manager who lived nearby). She said she was on her way and that she would call the police because I'd told her I was too scared to because he'd said he would know. I hung up. I stayed taped up the rest of the way even though I could then free myself - I was afraid my touching anything might mess up any possible fingerprints. After another 30 seconds or so, I called Heather. I told her the store was robbed and she said she was on her way. I hung up again, and the phone rang instantly. It was 911.
Less than a minute later, the police arrived through the back door. I was still taped up, and they searched the building quickly. Carmelle arrived just seconds later, followed then by Heather.
I have some bruising on my left forearm, but other than that, I'm okay. I was scared out of my mind, and the police barely let Carmelle and Heather hug me at first (though both of them DEMANDED it, and the police relented). The police confiscated my entire keyring (because the robber had held it for so long), and Heather drove me home - where a frantic Annie was waiting. Marissa happened to call as soon as I stepped in the door (at nearly 8pm by this time), and she RAN across the yard to my house. They all stayed for hours and hours. I called emergency maintenance on base, and they installed a new lock on my front door (since I no longer had a key to my house). I also called Philip's first shirt, and he had Philip then call home so that I could talk to him - which helped a lot.
I still have tons of paperwork to do next week, I'm sure. And I have no idea if I'll be going back to work or not.
I was doing the routine closing procedures for the store, and I had just finished counting and totaling the money. I decided to start my car so that it would begin cooling down for me while I finished the last few minutes' work. I pulled my keys out and grabbed the garbage bag to toss in the dumpster. I walked out the back door of the store, tossed the bag toward the dumpster, and before it was in, a man shoved me from behind. I gasped really loudly because I was scared, but when I turned around and saw that he was covered in a mask, I gasped again, shaking this time.
He said, "I want all the money the store has. All the money in the safe." I said, "Okay," and he followed me back to the office, but he took my car keys from me.
I had the money laid out on the counter to begin pulling the night's deposit, and he said, "I want all that." I grabbed the two handfuls and handed it to him - all paperclipped and noted together, even. He told me to sit down in the chair, and then he pulled out a roll of blue tape and showed me a knife - it was about the length of my thumb to my forefinger.
He was wearing a green-and-blue 1" plaid flannel-looking shirt with long sleeves, and he had kinda faded light blue jeans on. He was about 3-4" taller than me. He was wearing a dark navy blue (or faded black) toboggan ski-type hat over his hair and whole face - it had eye holes but none for the mouth.
He couldn't get the blue tape started, so he made me do it. He told me he was going to take my car keys so I couldn't leave. I was crying then, and I cried out something about "my babies." Then he made me put my arms behind the chair, and he taped my wrists and ankles up.
He put a piece of tape over my mouth (3 pieces, actually), but then he asked me how much money he got. I looked over my left shoulder at the paperwork, and I tried to tell him. I messed it up about four times before I got it right - $3,043.75. He asked me where all the quarters were, and I told him they were in the drawer in the front of the store. He asked me if there was more money up there, and I told him, "Yes." He then asked me where our video cameras went to, and I told him I didn't know. He asked if the tapes would catch him if he walked o the front to get the money, and then he said, "Yeah, they will. You know it."
He showed me the knife, and he told me he would use it if I set off the alarm on my way to get the money in the front for him. He used his knife and cut all the tapes off, and he told me to stop crying. He said the tape would show if I was crying, and it would look wrong. He told me to go get the money, and he stayed in the back office and watched me on the video. I picked up the drawer, then put it down and picked the money out of it instead. I brought it back to him, and he made me put it in a white plastic bag (like a Wal*Mart one) with the rest of the money.
He made me sit down again, and then he taped up my ankles again. He told me then that he would leave me my keys so I could cut out and get home "to [my] kids." He taped my wrists again and my mouth, but then he wedged a key into my hand.
He told me not to call the police or "[he] would know." He told me to wait 15 minutes before cutting out. I looked at the video then, and the clock said 18:01. He left out the back door again, and he pushed the door to just a bit. I felt that he was still there for a minute or so. I watched the clock and just cried, not knowing what to do - wait or not.
I cried so much I started coughing, and then the tape got too wet and became loose. I pulled real hard with my right hand at 18:07 and it came free. I was afraid to call the police first, so I called Carmelle (the manager who lived nearby). She said she was on her way and that she would call the police because I'd told her I was too scared to because he'd said he would know. I hung up. I stayed taped up the rest of the way even though I could then free myself - I was afraid my touching anything might mess up any possible fingerprints. After another 30 seconds or so, I called Heather. I told her the store was robbed and she said she was on her way. I hung up again, and the phone rang instantly. It was 911.
Less than a minute later, the police arrived through the back door. I was still taped up, and they searched the building quickly. Carmelle arrived just seconds later, followed then by Heather.
I have some bruising on my left forearm, but other than that, I'm okay. I was scared out of my mind, and the police barely let Carmelle and Heather hug me at first (though both of them DEMANDED it, and the police relented). The police confiscated my entire keyring (because the robber had held it for so long), and Heather drove me home - where a frantic Annie was waiting. Marissa happened to call as soon as I stepped in the door (at nearly 8pm by this time), and she RAN across the yard to my house. They all stayed for hours and hours. I called emergency maintenance on base, and they installed a new lock on my front door (since I no longer had a key to my house). I also called Philip's first shirt, and he had Philip then call home so that I could talk to him - which helped a lot.
I still have tons of paperwork to do next week, I'm sure. And I have no idea if I'll be going back to work or not.
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