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Monday, February 04, 2008

Interesting Day At "The Bucks"

My dad works at Starbucks.  He looks uber-debonair in his green apron.  His Monday makes my backed up kitchen sink look like, well, something better than what you are about to read.

A funny thing happened at Starbucks this morning. Two armed gunmen came in the store just as we opened the door for business and held us up at gunpoint. Now that's what I call a Monday! I, of course, being a peon was of no use to them, so my partner had to deal with their demands and she did a great job of complying with their wishes. I was directed into the back room and told to lie on the floor whereupon the one guy zip-tied my hands behind my back and shortly thereafter my partner was done with the money thing and joined me for a round of floor watching. After they left I was able to slip out of the zip ties and free her. I hugged her for a minute and when she calmed down a little, I went and locked the front door and she called 911. The County Sheriff's Dept. was there within minutes and we got to sit in the back of their oh-so-comfy, hard plastic seats, patrol car for about three freakin' hours. What was so cool was when I turned around and saw the first gunman, this supernatural peace came over me and I was as calm as could be. I tried to treat them as if they were customers and I believe it may go down as one of the most cordial felonies of all time. Here's the really cool part. While they were in robbing the place, some concerned citizen across the street sensed something fishy going on and actually came over and wrote down the make, model, and license plate number of their vehicle. When he or she (at this point I don't know who it is) saw all the law enforcement vehicles with lights flashing, he/she must have come over and given them the info, and the two (and I say this with all due respects) thugs were apprehended within the hour. How cool is that? My partner and I had to stay until around 1:30, answering all manner of questions, debriefing, free lunch on our district manager, filling out forms, trauma counseling, free lunch, phone calls with Starbucks mucky mucks, and did I mention free lunch? Anyway, I arrived home safely and journeyed down the street to tell my dad about the events of the day. I wanted to see if his foot care session at Health Partners was as harrowing as my armed robbery session at Starbucks. On the bright side, it's one more thing I can cross off my bucket list: "Be victim of armed robbery." Gives me renewed hope of pursuing my dream of going fly fishing with Sasquatch.

Who knew making a mocha could be life threatening?  I'm thankful for his peace in the midst of masked gunmen and for his safety. (Among many other things I am thankful for when it come to my dad.)

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Blogger JEB said...

I think my husband said it best when he said, "wow - there really is not a more mellow guy, is there?" God bless that. God is good.

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Blogger Cory said...

so glad he is ok. scary world when we have to start worrying about our baristas!

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Blogger "Molly McGee" said...

I have lots of crazy 'Bucks stories. They involve sex, drugs and all genres of bodily fluids.

But this one takes the cake.

Your dad's spirit is amazing.

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Blogger Lois E. Lane said...

I agree with molly -- the last part I mean :) Such calmness and clarity! I only pray I'd have the same grace in a similar situation.

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Blogger girlfriday said...

This is your dad, elphaba? Really and truly your pops and not some urban legend.

Let's digg this one girls. This is one for the history books.

Thanks for posting it!!

Friday, February 08, 2008


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