I Watched Thirty Bikers Rob A Convenience Store At 3 AM And The Owner Just Stood There Smiling

I watched thirty bikers rob a convenience store at 3 AM and the owner just stood there smiling like it was completely normal.

I was shaking behind my car in the parking lot across the street, dialing 911 with trembling fingers, while these massive men in leather vests filled garbage bags with everything on the shelves.

I’d just moved to this small town in rural Ohio three weeks ago. Took a night shift job at the warehouse down the road. Was driving home when I saw the motorcycles lined up outside Miller’s Corner Store. Thirty bikes at least. Maybe more.

My first instinct was to keep driving. Mind my own business. But then I saw them through the windows. Bikers walking up and down the aisles stuffing things into bags. Formula. Diapers. Canned food. Medicine. Toilet paper. Anything and everything.

And the owner, this old guy with gray hair, was just standing behind the counter watching them. Not calling for help. Not trying to stop them. Just standing there with his arms crossed and a smile on his face.

I pulled into the empty lot across the street and ducked down in my seat. My hands were shaking so bad I could barely hold my phone.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

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