Mobil Station Robbed
Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2007 10:37 am
Lewisville, Tx, oooooooh, just about a block from my place.
So, I'm gassing the ol' Big Red Truckup last night at my local Mobil station. I really like the people there, and their prices are competitive, so I frequent this location.
As I'm finishing, I notice a young male walk up to the side of the store and stand, right next to the payphone.
maybe he's waitin' for a call, right?
anyway, I pull my truck around and put my lights right on him for a good 3-4 seconds, just cause I'm feeling like a ...... After eyeballing him for a min or two, I pull to the other side of the store, park, and wait for a min, as my Spidey Senses are a'tingling. A couple leaves the store, leaving it vacant, save for the 20yr old clerk, a young man I've not known for very long, but very pleasant.
At this time, the foo' enters the store, now wearing a hoodie. When I notice this (I parked too far away to get a good look at him), I pulled my truck up to the front of the store. soon as I did, the GB'er exits the store, and starts running across the parking lot.
when the clerk exits the store, I finally (in my mind) had confirmation that something had gone down and followed the yute into an alley behind the gas station.
mind you, he's on foot, I'm in Big Red, there's a bit of a time gap between us, and I'm not moving too fast. I wanted to tail him to give his location to the fuzz, not rush after and catch him, cause, well, I ain't no copper, see?
anyway, stupid? yeah, prolly. too much adrenaline, coupled with "I knew" something was awry, gosh darnit I wanted to do something!
anyway, I see a cop, flag him down, and he rushes after the dude.
I went back to the store, where there's now, 3-4 cop cruisers, and talked to the clerk. I filed all the requisite paperwork, and talked to the Fuzz for a little while.
The clerk relayed his side, which was the GB'er came in the store, had his hand stuck up his sweatshirt pointing like a gun-barrel. He told the clerk "Don't make me hurt you, just give me the money."
whether he was actually armed or not, I don't know, but I believe is inconsequential.
anyway, the Lewisville PD was very professional, thanked me for doing what I could, and for not trying to overstep my bounds.
I still feel like I could have done more, not for some "hero" complex, but because this guy just messed up that clerk, at least, for a while. He got a couple hunnerd bucks, undeserved, which that store needed.
bleh.
anyway, so that's my story of the day. enjoy.
So, I'm gassing the ol' Big Red Truckup last night at my local Mobil station. I really like the people there, and their prices are competitive, so I frequent this location.
As I'm finishing, I notice a young male walk up to the side of the store and stand, right next to the payphone.
maybe he's waitin' for a call, right?
anyway, I pull my truck around and put my lights right on him for a good 3-4 seconds, just cause I'm feeling like a ...... After eyeballing him for a min or two, I pull to the other side of the store, park, and wait for a min, as my Spidey Senses are a'tingling. A couple leaves the store, leaving it vacant, save for the 20yr old clerk, a young man I've not known for very long, but very pleasant.
At this time, the foo' enters the store, now wearing a hoodie. When I notice this (I parked too far away to get a good look at him), I pulled my truck up to the front of the store. soon as I did, the GB'er exits the store, and starts running across the parking lot.
when the clerk exits the store, I finally (in my mind) had confirmation that something had gone down and followed the yute into an alley behind the gas station.
mind you, he's on foot, I'm in Big Red, there's a bit of a time gap between us, and I'm not moving too fast. I wanted to tail him to give his location to the fuzz, not rush after and catch him, cause, well, I ain't no copper, see?
anyway, stupid? yeah, prolly. too much adrenaline, coupled with "I knew" something was awry, gosh darnit I wanted to do something!
anyway, I see a cop, flag him down, and he rushes after the dude.
I went back to the store, where there's now, 3-4 cop cruisers, and talked to the clerk. I filed all the requisite paperwork, and talked to the Fuzz for a little while.
The clerk relayed his side, which was the GB'er came in the store, had his hand stuck up his sweatshirt pointing like a gun-barrel. He told the clerk "Don't make me hurt you, just give me the money."
whether he was actually armed or not, I don't know, but I believe is inconsequential.
anyway, the Lewisville PD was very professional, thanked me for doing what I could, and for not trying to overstep my bounds.
I still feel like I could have done more, not for some "hero" complex, but because this guy just messed up that clerk, at least, for a while. He got a couple hunnerd bucks, undeserved, which that store needed.
bleh.
anyway, so that's my story of the day. enjoy.
Too bad the cops didn't get him, but like you said, he'll get his one day.
