Had to run a few errands yesterday, the first being stop by the bank ATM to get a couple hundred in cash, then to the court house and get my license plate stickers, etc. etc.
Knowing I was going to the court house, I removed my 1911 from my holster and placed it in the console as I was leaving home and I would reholster after I departed the court house. Anyway, as I pulled up to the Regions bank ATM there was one vehicle in front of me taking their good ole time, then another vehicle pulled up behind me. On a side note, this bank has been robbed twice in the last couple of years.
Sitting there I started to think about another ATM robbery at a different bank on the other side of town a couple months ago. I also was thinking ATM'S are prime spots to get robbed then...
I noticed someone walking up from behind me and the vehicle behind me, didn't see where he originated from. This guy was shabby looking, unshaven and wearing a hoody sweat shirt with the hood up (it was 65 degrees). It was a beautiful sunny morning, the kind of morning where you let your guard down some and enjoy the weather. It's about 9 A.M., the bank's open, people everywhere are going about their business, all is normal.
The ATM drive through is located on the very outside lane of the drive through. This guy walks over to a concrete island about 7 yards from the ATM machine and directly across from it. He's just standing there intently watching the person in front of me with both his hands in his sweat shirt pockets. I'm getting an uneasy feeling in my gut. Finally, the vehicle in front of me pulls out and I'm thinking about driving around and coming back later, as this guy doesn't look right. I'm in a little hurry as I have allot to do today so I open up the top of my console hoping I'm just a little paranoid and drive into the tight ATM lane. I'm eye balling this dude now and then, as I insert my card and punch all the buttons. It's hard to conduct a transaction and watch someone 180 degrees away in a car. He's there eye balling me with interest, just standing there still with his hands in his pockets and head slightly bowed down. I get my cash and leave. Nothing happened and I bought the local paper to see if anything did after I left. Just one of those feelings and things that doesn't happen much to me that invoked a little more situational awareness. Just thought I would share an experience.