Luís Leal Miranda is an advertising copywriter and writer from Lisbon, Portugal.
Anyone who knows me knows I'm the guy to go to when you don't want to rob a bank. I've got all the right skills: fear of confrontation, chronic indecisiveness, and a terrible sense of direction. Plus, I’m a loud sneezer.
Avoiding bank heists is a family tradition. My grandfather wasn’t a stick-up man, just like his father before him, and his father before him. It's in my blood… or so I thought. I recently found myself interacting with a financial institution in a new, unexpected way—completely by accident.
Here's what happened. I was walking down the street, minding my own business, when I stumbled upon something odd: a pistol, wrapped in a paper bag, lying inside a trash can. Being the honest citizen that I am, I picked it up—what if the gun fell into the hands of someone less skilled in the art of not robbing?
But where to take it? I had to be quick, so I entered the nearest building, which happened to be a bank. Determined to find the gun's owner, I walked in, weapon held aloft, and announced, “Did anyone here lose a pistol?” Unfortunately, I’m a quiet speaker and have some trouble being assertive in new environments, so no one heard me. Not to be discouraged, I pulled the gun’s trigger, hoping the loud bang would get everyone’s attention.
And it did. The cashier quickly handed me a piece of paper with a nine-digit code and pointed toward the back.
“Alright,” I thought, “she wants me to store the gun in a locker.”
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