It was my turn. The teller said, How are you doing, sir? and I was like, Fine, thanks. Then I slid her the note. We have a bomb. I have a gun. Give me the money NOW!!! She looked down, and she would not look up. Ten seconds passed. She was still reading. Fifteen seconds. She was still pretending to read. I moved the note around the counter a bit like, Hey, hey, look up. I’m over here.
Excerpt from The Man Who Outgrew His Prison Cell: Confessions of a Bank Robber