Every Tuesday 6 of us met up at the post office to collect our pension. Afterwards we went to the coffee shop for our weekly gossip and catch up.
Brenda and I walked together as usual, we met up with the others in the queue. Suddenly there was a commotion behind me, then I saw him, he shoved his gun into the face of Jenny the young girl behind the counter. He demanded that she fill his bag. Not on your nelly you nasty man. I may be 79, but there was no way he was getting our pension money. I swiped him around the back of the head with my walking stick. He stumbled so I whacked him across his knees, he fell to the floor and dropped his gun as I poked my stick into his stomach. Seconds later the police arrived and I was hailed a hero!