It Happened to Me
Working at the Bank--Part 2
When I first started working in an inner-city bank, I was in constant fear of being robbed. Even behind the protection of bulletproof glass, I was constantly reminded by alarm buttons of the threat of robbery. We had secret signals that changed every day, and there was an automatic alarm that was touched off by an electric eye when the last bill came out of my till.
Sure enough, one day a man I thought looked suspicious entered the bank. He passed the other tellers to come to me, apparently recognizing my inexperience. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a note and slipped it under the teller window. I panicked, dropped below the counter and hit the alarm button.
The guards grabbed the man. Then I read the note. It said, "Would you have lunch with me?"
Adapted from a first person story by Mrs. L.N., taken from The Detroit News circa 1980
Think about the story. Use your imagination to decide what happened next. Write about the next part of the story.