How could I be so dumb?

That's what I was thinking when I found out the robber at PosterBurner wasn't working alone.

She was working with someone in a red truck.

And now that red truck was pulling into our parking lot.

(If you missed the first parts, here is part 1, part 2, and part 3 to catch up)

I had called 911 and the phone was ringing.

But something was about to change. 

I hung up.

The red truck pulled to a stop in front of us. 

No one made a sound. 

The truck door popped open and it was an older man behind the wheel.

He wore boots, jeans, his work shirt, and a camouflage baseball cap.

He looked like the type of guy that knows how to fix things.

In his hand he had a gas can.

When he opened his door and saw all of us staring at him, he paused.

We asked him what he was doing.

He said he was just there to gas up the car and get it running.

Then we asked him why he was going to put gas in one of our guy's car.

He got a puzzled look on his face.

He said a girl had come to his work and asked for help getting her car running.

It had not occurred to him that it was not her car.

But it did now.

And once it dawned on him, he called the guys at his office to check and see if the girl was still there.

She was.

So this time we did call the police.  

Before we called, we talked it over with the old man in the red truck.  We all agreed that we should get the police out to do a wellness check, and hopefully get this girl some help.

We didn't report the theft of the chicken pot pie that my mom had made.

We didn't need to.  As soon as the police saw her, they knew she needed help.

We watched the police pull up from across the street.

I was expecting a scene (and probably a foot chase.)

But this time there was no twist or turn.  

The police officers handled the situation with skill, and they took her in for a wellness check without any trouble.

And that is how the robbery at PosterBurner ended.

Rick @ PosterBurner

For the next part of the PosterBurner story, go here.