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We ran out of a supplement today, and I went to the GNC to get more, and they had closed an hour early. There is a cop station two doors down from it at the mall, and I asked the guys there what the mall hours were. They confirmed that the GNC owner closes early sometimes on weeknights that look slow.
So, I drove down the way to another drugstore, and was asking the pharmacist about differences in brand. I called my husband on my cell phone to ask him a question.
As we're finishing up, police officers come into the store, having apprehended someone outside who had just robbed the pharmacy.
Huh?
I had dimly been aware that there was a guy standing near me at the counter. The other pharmacy person took care of him, putting things in a big bag. I couldn't tell you what he was wearing, how tall he was, if he was black or white, nothing.
I was questioned by the police, who were suspicious that I hadn't been picking up a prescription, had not bought anything, but had had a pretext to talk with the pharmacy. Plus, I was wearing my boot of doom for my foot, and the medicines stolen were powerful painkiller opiates.
As the officer examined my driver's license, I told him of visiting the GNC, and coming to the drugstore to see if they had what I needed. He asked me if the GNC employee would confirm that. I said that the GNC had been unexpectedly closed, but...if he called the police station contained within the mall, he could ask them if they remembered the redheaded woman in the blue and white striped shirt with the boot who asked about store hours. He grinned at me widely, and stepped away for a moment. When he came back, he handed me back my license, and asked me about the guy. I was clueless.
Evidently, when I called my darling husband, I was in the midst of the robbery. The robber didn't turn a hair when I pulled out my phone and dialed home. I was like, "I didn't even know anything was wrong!" The pharmacists smiled and told me that was good; that no one usually got hurt in robberies if everyone stayed calm. (I guess being clueless is a good way to stay calm.) The police didn't think it was strange, either (aside from checking to see if I was an accomplice?)
Since I'd told my darling husband I'd be right home, I called him again to explain why I was late. It still feels weird and surreal. I thought I had better observational skills than this. Clearly not.
I'm okay, of course, both mentally and physically. Just - weird.
So, I drove down the way to another drugstore, and was asking the pharmacist about differences in brand. I called my husband on my cell phone to ask him a question.
As we're finishing up, police officers come into the store, having apprehended someone outside who had just robbed the pharmacy.
Huh?
I had dimly been aware that there was a guy standing near me at the counter. The other pharmacy person took care of him, putting things in a big bag. I couldn't tell you what he was wearing, how tall he was, if he was black or white, nothing.
I was questioned by the police, who were suspicious that I hadn't been picking up a prescription, had not bought anything, but had had a pretext to talk with the pharmacy. Plus, I was wearing my boot of doom for my foot, and the medicines stolen were powerful painkiller opiates.
As the officer examined my driver's license, I told him of visiting the GNC, and coming to the drugstore to see if they had what I needed. He asked me if the GNC employee would confirm that. I said that the GNC had been unexpectedly closed, but...if he called the police station contained within the mall, he could ask them if they remembered the redheaded woman in the blue and white striped shirt with the boot who asked about store hours. He grinned at me widely, and stepped away for a moment. When he came back, he handed me back my license, and asked me about the guy. I was clueless.
Evidently, when I called my darling husband, I was in the midst of the robbery. The robber didn't turn a hair when I pulled out my phone and dialed home. I was like, "I didn't even know anything was wrong!" The pharmacists smiled and told me that was good; that no one usually got hurt in robberies if everyone stayed calm. (I guess being clueless is a good way to stay calm.) The police didn't think it was strange, either (aside from checking to see if I was an accomplice?)
Since I'd told my darling husband I'd be right home, I called him again to explain why I was late. It still feels weird and surreal. I thought I had better observational skills than this. Clearly not.
I'm okay, of course, both mentally and physically. Just - weird.
