Today Was Destined to be Different

It was a typical Thursday.

The sun, as is its wont,  rose in the east.  The smell of coffee and oatmeal greeted me as I walked into the kitchen.  My wife smiled at me and came to give me a good morning kiss and hug.  This day was beginning just like any typical day.  No reason why anyone should think that anything should be different than usual.  Today was destined to be different, however.  I knew that, even if nobody else did.

As I extracted myself from my wife’s embrace, I told her that I had an errand to run, so I might be late for supper.

After a quick breakfast, I went into the garage, fired up the car and went to work.  At work, I answered some calls, filed some reports, and turned a few bucks of profit for the company.  Same old, same old…and yet I knew that today was destined to be different.

When quitting time came, I said the customary “have a good evening, see you tomorrow” to my co-workers, headed out the door, and went to do my errand.

As I pulled up to Centennial Bank, I smiled.  Here was where the day was about to become different.  I was planning on making a rather large withdrawal from an account that my wife knew nothing about.  Boy would she be surprised!

Moments after I walked through the door, clouds of gas began to fill the bank, and everyone around me began to lose consciousness.  It was clear, even to the most unobservant person that a robbery was in progress, but it was OK.  I was already wearing my mask.

Written for Trifecta.  This week’s challenge was to use  the 3rd definition of the word “mask”

3: a protective covering for the face

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