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

“There’s a robbery happening,” I whispered. “Miller’s Corner Store on Highway 12. At least thirty men. Bikers. They’re taking everything. Please hurry.”

“Ma’am, can you describe what you’re seeing?”

“They’re filling bags with stuff. The owner isn’t stopping them. I think they might have threatened him or something. Please send someone.”

The dispatcher paused. “Ma’am, did you say Miller’s Corner Store? On Highway 12?”

“Yes! Please hurry!”

Another pause. Longer this time. “Ma’am, are you new to the area?”

What kind of question was that? “Yes, I just moved here. Why does that matter? There’s a robbery happening!”

“Ma’am, I’m going to send an officer to your location. Please stay in your vehicle. But I need you to understand that what you’re witnessing may not be what you think it is.”

“What are you talking about? They’re stealing everything in the store!”

“Just stay where you are, ma’am. An officer will explain.”

She hung up. I stared at my phone in disbelief. What kind of 911 dispatcher tells you a robbery isn’t what you think it is?

I looked back at the store. The bikers were still loading up. One of them, a huge guy with a beard down to his belly, was carrying out cases of bottled water. Another was hauling bags of dog food. A third had his arms full of feminine hygiene products.

Feminine hygiene products? What kind of robbery was this?

The owner walked outside with them. He was laughing. Laughing. He shook hands with one of the bikers. Hugged another. They were talking like old friends.

This made no sense.

A police cruiser pulled up next to my car. I expected sirens. Expected the officer to jump out and confront the bikers. Instead, he rolled down his window casually.

“You the one who called 911?”

“Yes! Aren’t you going to stop them?”

The officer looked over at the store. Looked at the bikers loading their motorcycles with stolen goods. Then he looked back at me with the strangest expression. Like he was trying not to laugh.

“Ma’am, how long have you lived here?”

“Three weeks. Why does everyone keep asking me that?”

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