Honestly. What is this!? I go now to buy a chocolate to get me through the afternoon. As I enter the mall I walk past a guy wearing a bullet proof vest toting a machine gun. Fine.
Then another guy passes me wearing a bullet proof vest. No visible large guns in his possession. Fine. Ok.
As I am about to step onto the escalator, one guy steps on with an armoured briefcase & another guy in camo gear holding not a gun but surely must have been a bazooka. Honestly. Really.
Neither are wearing bullet proof vests. These guys must be hardcore.
My foot waivers above the first step of the escalator while I notice another woman who was heading towards us turn and pace it as far away as possible.
But I’m tough. I’m brave. I can handle being in the vicinity of a cash-in-transit. Cool, no worries, as the escalator takes me up and scenes of being caught in a shoot-out flash about in my mind.
At the top, the guy with the briefcase stops. Bazooka guys stops. I stop. No chance am I getting between this man and that briefcase. Na Uh. I am following from a five foot distance.
They then head into my chemist. Which is exactly where I am heading. Twix are under R5 there. Really.
I didn’t realise you needed an armed guard to drop meds off these days. Or that I need a lead vest just to purchase confectionary.
[Anybody else, when trying to read Peas' blog, getting a page of rainbows & blue and some young school girl talking about cooking noodles and her maths test and who has a mild fetish for glittering stickers?? Or is it just my internet connection? Fascinating really.]