Back when my children were young, our family was driving through town one afternoon down a 4-lane street that had an extra turning lane in the middle. We were travelling southbound, and a police car was travelling north on the other side of the road. There was a bank with a drive-thru and an ATM on our side of the road. As we came up on to the bank, the police car came to a screeching stop in the turning lane immediately to our right. Out of precaution, we stopped too. We looked over at the bank and saw a man running from the far side of the building around the corner. He was holding a purse in one hand and a pistol. Chasing closely behind him was a lady. I assumed he had her purse. Not far behind him was a man that I assumed was her husband. When the purse snatcher saw the cops running toward him from the street, he dropped the purse and the gun, rand a few steps more, then fell to the ground. The lady ran and picked up her purse. The husband ran and picked up the gun, aiming it at the purse snatcher. I remember my son saying “WOW!” I first thought “WOW!” and then I thought, “Is he going to fire that gun?” I didn’t really want to be there. There were 2 cops in the car that stopped in front of us and another one came up from behind. One of the cops from the first car ran and grabbed the husband with the gun. The other cop had a nightstick and went after the purse snatcher. The road was clear in front of us and there was no reason to stick around so we left quickly. My son said it was neat to see that, but I was afraid of getting caught in the crossfire.
I don’t know if things like this happened at this branch of the bank, but it closed a short time after this incident. Today, it is a store that sells drive-thru beer and cigarettes.