Beware of Banks!

It’s not as safe inside a bank as you might suppose.

Here’s a scenario that I hope never happens to you. You go to your local bank one day, and withdraw a substantial sum of money. Then on your way home, or even inside your home that evening, you are accosted by two or more armed men who demand you turn over all your money to them. It’s as if they somehow knew you were in possession of a large sum of cash. Did they, or was this just a coincidence?

I personally know of two families to whom events like the above have happened. Whether or not bank employees were involved, making this an “inside job” so to speak, I’ll leave up to your judgement.

The first robbery occurred last year, here in Macon Georgia. It happened to one of my wife’s Filipino acquaintances. A single mom and her daughter went to a local bank, and withdrew $20,000.00 USD in cash. They then went straight home, and mom locked the money in the trunk of their car. (I have no idea why she did this, but keep reading!) Late that night, around 10:00 pm or so, they had a knock at the front door, and before they could even look to see who was there, two masked armed men had forced their way into their house. The men demanded that they give them the money they had withdrawn from the bank!

The mother and daughter were terrified, of course, and expected that they would be raped or murdered or both. But the men were just after the money, and after ransacking the house and not finding it, they stole several small items of value, including two iphones, then left as quickly as they came.

Fortunately neither the mom nor the daughter were assaulted, and because the criminals foolishly took iphones, the police were able to use the tracker application to locate and arrest them that same night.

The second robbery occurred about 15 years ago, in Atlanta Georgia. This one happened to my Aunt and Uncle, who were moving at the time from Atlanta to Chicago Illinois. My Uncle had stored several valuable gold coins in a safe deposit box at a local bank many years ago, and now they decided it was time to go retrieve them. However, as the years had gone by this part of Atlanta had deteriorated, and was now a borderline slum.

While they were in the bank, they noticed that the teller who had helped them with the safe deposit box was acting funny, and was making some quick, furtive phone calls. But they thought nothing of it at the time, got their coins, closed out the safe deposit box, and calmly got in their car to drive home.

They got about a mile down the road when they noticed they had a flat tire. My Uncle pulled over, and as he was about to get out of the car to change his flat, two men from a car behind him jumped out, ran up to him, and pointed a gun in his face. They demanded that he give them the coins he just took out of the bank, or he would kill him. My Aunt and Uncle quickly complied; the criminals took the coins, got back in their car and sped away.

Unfortunately these crooks go away with their crime, as this happened in a bad neighborhood, and “nobody saw nuthin’!”

My Aunt and Uncle are convinced that the teller tipped off her accomplices that two people in her bank were an easy target, and kept them waiting inside while someone damaged one of their tires.

The moral of the story is this: be careful not just outside, but inside a bank as well. You never know who else may also be in there with you.


Originally posted by us on FullofKnowledge.