Older Daughter and I met at Cabela's, after she got off work from the pharmacy at 5:15. (That will become important in just a bit.)
|Make no mistake: these are BIG boys. That "stay back" barrier is about mid-abdomen high to me.|
I waited inside the entrance, by the big fireplace, until she arrived.
We strolled through the camping supply section, and she pointed out the various things she wants to buy this year, to round out her gear. A ground cloth/floor protector to put under her new tent ... a carrying bag for the dutch oven ... a lid lifter for the top of said dutch oven ... this ... that ... and the other.
She's done her homework, and I approve. She knows which ones are cheaper at Cabela's, or Bass Pro, or Sportsman's Warehouse. Clearly, she's been burning up the roads between those stores here in Anchorage. :)
We swung past the olde tyme candy display near the cafe', so I could grab some horehound candy. (Love that stuff!)
As we were checking out, I got a call from the pharmacy manager in my building. "We were just robbed at gunpoint," he said. "Could you come back and let the officers see the surveillance footage from the lobby?"
"What time was the robbery?"
"5:30." Older Daughter had been gone for about 15 minutes when the bad guy showed up, for which I'm grateful. (She had a gun pointed in her face when she was 17, when her Subway shop was robbed, and doesn't need to have that happen again.)
So I went back to the office, where two APD officers, the manager and I watched the playback together. This morning, I managed to remember how to log into that DVR from my desktop, and printed screencaps for them. Those have just been handed off to APD, and now I'll have to calm any other tenants who may be jittery about what happened.
I pray all y'all have a better day than I will. :) Thanks for stopping by.