I'm not robber!!
Chaz’s viewpoint – Donna & I were wandering the streets of Pontiac. It has a nice 4-5 block downtown area with a lot of interesting bars to visit. We had visited a few and were running out of cash, so we began looking for an ATM. We asked around and found that the nearest one was two blocks off the main strip in the Pontiac Osteopathic Hospital. The person also said to be careful as the neighbor is a bit seedy there.
Well, we wander over the two blocks to the hospital. The person was right. It does get seedier. A couple of street lights are out, so it’s darker, and there were a lot of people milling around the emergency room entrance. However, if anyone has ever been around Detroit Receiving on a Saturday night, this was a picnic. We go up to the main entrance and are pleasantly surprised as we can see the ATM through the door. Soon we will have money to begin bar hopping again. We walk up the steps and I open the door. Well, I tried to open the door; I actually almost dislocated my shoulder as the door was locked.
I start to whimper sadly as thoughts of the beer I would be unable to buy floated through my mind. As I started to turn and go away, a security guard appeared. Yes, there is a God!
I yell through the glass that we want to use the ATM. The guard says that the entrance is closed and we have to go to the emergency room. I ask if there is an ATM there. The guard says no. I ask if we can get to that ATM, the one 10 feet from the door we are yelling through, from the emergency room. The guard says no. God is such a tease!
I explain again that we just want to get some money from the A T M. The guard looks us over and decides that we are harmless, so he lets us in. Thank you God! There are benefits to being short, fat, and old. Uh..I mean small of stature, well fed, and distinguished looking. We get out some cash and head back outside. The guard locks the door behind us.
As we walk down the steps a man shuffles up to us. He is very scruffy looking with a general “homeless” air about him. Donna has a look of concern on her face. This must have been apparent to the guy as the first thing he says is –
“Hi, I’m Leon and I’m not a robber”
He then goes into his spiel about needing money to get a bus to Toledo and can we spare any change. Now, since he was polite and tried to allay my wife’s fears by stating he was not a robber, I was inclined to give him something, but all I had was twenty’s from the ATM. I said “Sorry, but we don’t have any change” and walked away. Donna gripped my arm tight as we walked the two blocks back to the lighted, busy downtown area. Once we get to the corner, she looks at me and says “Hi, I’m Leon and I’m not a robber” and begins laughing, partially from relief, but mainly from the absurdity of it.
You have to admire a great opening statement!
Well, we wander over the two blocks to the hospital. The person was right. It does get seedier. A couple of street lights are out, so it’s darker, and there were a lot of people milling around the emergency room entrance. However, if anyone has ever been around Detroit Receiving on a Saturday night, this was a picnic. We go up to the main entrance and are pleasantly surprised as we can see the ATM through the door. Soon we will have money to begin bar hopping again. We walk up the steps and I open the door. Well, I tried to open the door; I actually almost dislocated my shoulder as the door was locked.
I start to whimper sadly as thoughts of the beer I would be unable to buy floated through my mind. As I started to turn and go away, a security guard appeared. Yes, there is a God!
I yell through the glass that we want to use the ATM. The guard says that the entrance is closed and we have to go to the emergency room. I ask if there is an ATM there. The guard says no. I ask if we can get to that ATM, the one 10 feet from the door we are yelling through, from the emergency room. The guard says no. God is such a tease!
I explain again that we just want to get some money from the A T M. The guard looks us over and decides that we are harmless, so he lets us in. Thank you God! There are benefits to being short, fat, and old. Uh..I mean small of stature, well fed, and distinguished looking. We get out some cash and head back outside. The guard locks the door behind us.
As we walk down the steps a man shuffles up to us. He is very scruffy looking with a general “homeless” air about him. Donna has a look of concern on her face. This must have been apparent to the guy as the first thing he says is –
“Hi, I’m Leon and I’m not a robber”
He then goes into his spiel about needing money to get a bus to Toledo and can we spare any change. Now, since he was polite and tried to allay my wife’s fears by stating he was not a robber, I was inclined to give him something, but all I had was twenty’s from the ATM. I said “Sorry, but we don’t have any change” and walked away. Donna gripped my arm tight as we walked the two blocks back to the lighted, busy downtown area. Once we get to the corner, she looks at me and says “Hi, I’m Leon and I’m not a robber” and begins laughing, partially from relief, but mainly from the absurdity of it.
You have to admire a great opening statement!
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