The Longest 10 Seconds Of My Life Analysis

The Longest 10 Seconds of My Life I will never forget where I was in the bank that day when he came in the door. It was nearly 5:30 on a Friday, which meant it was almost the weekend. What made it even more exciting was I did not have to work on Saturday. We had started the preparations for closing so we would be able to walk out the door as close to 6:00 as possible. I had my back turned counting the money one of the floating tellers had just sold to me. It was a very laid back environment that day. Everyone, with the exception of Donna, our manager, was sitting up at the teller station just hanging out waiting for the clock to strike 6:00. I had just finished counting the money when I heard Megan say, “Oh shit, we are about to be robbed”. …show more content…
More than a dozen police officers had descended on upon our tiny branch. Since I was the first employee the robber came to, I was the first to talk with the detectives. They took all of our driver’s licenses and a lot of personal information that I was really surprised about. I was able to give the detectives the best description I could, which really was awful. All I could say was “He was an African American male, wearing all black clothes, holding a silver hand gun.” There was a dispute between Donna and the rest of the employees, in which she believed the suspect was a white male. I knew she was wrong because all I could focus on the entire time he was standing before me was the gun in his hand. While looking at the gun I noticed a gap between his gloves and coat, which revealed his skin color. After discussing with the detectives what we had witnessed, we had to get our pictures taken. That was an embarrassingly simple request. Anyone who knows me knows I blink 100% of the time when a picture is taken of me which uses a flash. We probably took ten pictures before they just gave up and used what they …show more content…
I will always remember the look on Tammy’s face when she saw me. It was the look of “Poor thing, why did it have to be you”. After the police had taken our statements, dusted for prints, and did all the other “CSI” forensic things which I used to watch being faithfully executed on TV crime dramas, we were given the all clear to start auditing our drawers to see what had been stolen. I still had to count my drawer even though I was able to tell Susan the exact amount that the robber had left with, because I had just finished counting the money the floating teller had just sold to me as he came in the doors and I handed all that money directly to the