When you're going to rob a bank, you should probably plan your getaway beforehand. In this little Austin suburb, a leisurely walk away from where my brother used to live, a guy walked into a bank and demanded an undisclosed sum of money and then took a seat. He actually sat out in the lobby to read a magazine until the cops arrived.
What is this ? A cry for attention ? Is he lonely or has he just not had a decent meal in years and thought he'd try out jail food ?
Nah, it's none of that. He just read my blog entry from yesterday and decided that jail sounded pretty darn good compared to going back to work at the salt mine.