Dear Blog Readers,
Luke didn’t want
me to blog about this, I’m pretty sure, but my life is totally devoid of
interest right now, and I wasn’t about to let this event pass by undocumented
and unshared. It was one of those things that will go down in the Luke &
Marlee Bangerter family, and probably get more and more ridiculous with each
retelling, though it’s a pretty good story on its own.
On Friday, Luke was
at work until 5 and I decided to go visit him at about 4, since I was close by
at Natalie’s house. He works at a bank in Lehi, and has for the past year,
waiting for the real job. But when I pulled up to the bank, there were about a
zillion cop cars surrounding it and people loitering around. I was totally
confused, but parked nearby and grabbed Ivy and headed over. Through the glass
entrance, one of Luke’s coworkers told me that the bank was closed. I had never
met her, but when I told her my husband was in there and asked what was going
on, she bit her lip and said quietly, “We got robbed.” WHAT?! Who robs banks?!
How come in all this time of Luke working at a bank, I had never considered
this to be a possibility?
I told her to have him call me as soon as possible, she told
me I had a cute baby, and I headed home. GUYS. I was kind of freaking out. I
mean, I was pretty sure that she wouldn’t be like, “Oh, your baby is so cute!
Sorry, your husband is dead in here!” but still. You never know. I tried to be
reasonable all the way home, but it wasn’t until I got a text from Luke that I
really calmed down. Kind of.
His text said that he was okay, but when I pressed him for
details, he said “The guy walked in, handed me a note, and I gave him the cash.
Then he walked out.” WHAAAAT? I was stunned to learn that Luke had been the
actual teller that had been approached. Not only that, but subsequent texts
revealed that he had a gun-shaped object in his hoodie pocket that he pointed
at Luke while he was getting the cash. The idea that someone held a gun or else
a scarf in a gun-shape to my husband made my knees feel weak.
When I got home, I made a double batch of these delicious
snickerdoodle cookies and waited. I think it was some kind of stress-relief
thing, the baking and the eating of said cookies. Luke had to go to the police
station and give a statement, and while we had plans to go to Park City that
night, I decided to play it by ear. I’m sure that I would be a nervous wreck
crazy person if that happened to me, but Luke is pretty even-keeled. Sure
enough, when he came home, he was just fine and totally cool with sticking to
all our plans. I was so, so happy to see him and glad that he was all right and
that the police had apparently already caught the horrible cretin who had
ROBBED A BANK. Seriously, I can’t get over that. Who? I ask you. Who does that?
So, my weekend was awesome. I’m not even being sarcastic. My
husband didn’t die, we spent a wonderful night and morning in Park City, did
lots of festive things at Thanksgiving Point, slept through church (we went to
a 1:00 meeting, don’t worry) and then had Natalie’s family and Mikelle and Jeff
over for dinner on Sunday.
Overall, I'm just happy that Luke is my husband and that he didn't die. I find myself just hugging him for no reason and laying in bed, long after he wants to be asleep, making him listen to reasons why I think he is the best.
