Tonight, strange as it may sound, Kristen and I were apparently on the scene of
a robbery. Around 10pm, we went up to our friendly neighborhood Fellini's home
of the cheap late night food and the tasty high-fat salads. As we were getting
up to leave, there was a tremendous thud from the counter area followed by some
scuffling sounds. We couldn't actually see the source of the sound, but others
looked only mildly concerned, so we assumed that the usual kitchen disaster was
unfolding to the embarrassment of some clumsy waiter. When we went out the door,
though, we noticed that money was strewn all over the counter and that much of
the staff was out in the parking lot looking curiously down Collier Road. The
register looked as if it may have just been returned to the counter and the jar
always adorned with the witty "in lieu of poor wages" sign lay sideways
on the floor. How very odd? Apparently, some guy had taken advantage of the open
drawer, obviously grappling for the 20's, and made a clumsy escape down Collier.
One desperate employee managed to fire a metal napkin dispenser at the fleeing
criminal, but only succeeded in littering the parking lot. Since we didn't see
anything, we went ahead and left. As we pulled away, the police were on the scene.
We went home.