Yesterday around noon, someone in my city robbed a bank. It happened at the TCF Bank branch at 12 Mile and Crooks (yeah, I love that too) here in Royal Oak - which in case you're not a regular reader, is just outside Detroit.
As this was happening, I was sitting a few blocks away in a park, writing. This is not an unusual thing for me to do. I find that an office is an unnecessary expense, but I'm not a big fan of working at home, so in the summer I like to find my way to a picnic table or some other outdoor venue and get my work done. Some people who see me doing it think it's strange, though, and yesterday someone who spotted me also had this thought: Maybe that guy sitting there is the bank robber!
Ridiculous? Not entirely. The bank robber was a white guy, about 5-8, with brown hair and a slender build, in his late 20s or 30s. I'm a white guy, about 5-7. I do have brown hair, although I was wearing a hat. The slender build? Well, if I got mistaken for a guy with a slender build then I'm making progress. And I'm a fair bit older than 20s or 30s, but riding around on my bike the way I'm usually dressed, I've been mistaken for younger.