It worked, he exclaimed. Now all I have to do is grab my bike and hit the bank. Vincent had left the back entrance slightly ajar after work. The tiny device he used was not noticed by any security guards, so his plan worked. Swishing back and forth from street to sidewalk on his trusty old Schwinn sting ray, he grew more excited than ever. Coming up on the bank, all lights were blacked out. Vincent entered through the back door he had left opened. As he was opening the first cash drawer, he saw a heavily penned note…no way Vinnie! Vincent looked around and didn’t see or hear anyone. He wondered who could have written the note. Then checking all the other drawers, empty! Vinnie let himself out the back door and rode home. Little did he know the old bank guard that had been there twenty plus years had been watching him the days ahead of Vincent’s crime.
The Bag Lady 
Good one.
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