I live in the bank robbery capital of the world, so there isn’t too much that surprises me when it comes to stories of the unusual lengths perps (that’s cop lingo) will go to to score some quick cash. I was even in North Hollywood just hours before on the day of the infamous 1997 bank robbery and shootout. And we get at least a pursuit a week out here, several of them stemming from robberies of some sort, so that’s kind of old hat to us. One might say Angelenos are even a bit ho-hum about bank robberies.
Then we get stories like the one below coming out of New York to restore our faith in humanity on the subject: