A few weeks later, the teller and I were summoned to the police station. While waiting for the line up the police detectives and our own bank investigators gathered around to ask a few more questions mentioning that they had viewed the tape. Teller asked, “So can you ID him from the tape?” “No, the only thing we can see is you,” the detective said, pointing at me. Oh no! It’s all on tape? For all to see? I cover my face with my hands.
“The guys had a good time watching that tape. We should show it to you some time. He pissed you off when he pushed you, didn’t he? We saw most of that, but you eventually moved out of camera shot. But I got a question for you.” The detective leaned forward, “When you were standing behind him, we could tell you were thinking about doing something. Were you?” When I said yes, he clapped his hands together as though he won a bet or something. “What was it?” So I recount how Mr. S kept pestering the robber and how, if and only if (stealing a quick look at the bank’s regional manager), the robber had assaulted Mr. S, that I would be compelled to act, that I don’t think I could have helped myself.
Being experienced detectives they could tell from my body language that I had formulated a plan. Boy those guys are good. “But, what were you going to do? That’s what we wanted to know.” I told him that I was sizing him up and realized that he wasn’t that big. “Yes, we could see that.” That I felt I could easily grab both his ankles and pull them out from under him. His head would have hit the countertop with a lot of force, which should have been enough to incapacitate him, so I could sit on his back and get his arms and hands under control. If he didn’t cooperate, I would have to (don’t say, kick his ass) use more persuasive measures, like using his head like a basketball if need be, because I wasn’t going to fool around if he had an actual gun in his pocket.
Smiling the detective said, “Wished you had. It would have been something to see. All the detectives could see it coming. We were all sort of hoping, waiting for it. You were going to KICK HIS ASS weren’t you? Wished you had. Yup, that would have been something to see.”