Recent Mt Gravatt Night Owl robbery…
MDFD phoned me thismorning and told me about a work colleague of hers (remember the snaps of the lost pensioner in the Magna stuck on the stairs near the main UQ Admin building, looking for the Vet School to take his sick possum…)
Her colleague lives in the Mt Gravatt area and regularly visits the Night Owl shop. He asked the bloke behind the counter what happened with the robbery. The bloke behind the counter happened to be the bloke who was working that night.
A young bloke came into the shop, brandishing a small knife, saying “You’re being robbed.”
The sales clerk had just made himself a nice, piping hot cup of coffee, which he tossed in the face of the robber. While the robber was still in a state of surprise he grabbed the big knife from the deli counter and, Paul Hogan style, waved it at the robber and advised him that there wasn’t going to be a robbery.
The robber ran out of the shop, down the street. He stopped at a driveway where a car was reversing out and, opening the passenger door, told the driver that he was going to give him a lift… whilst still waving the knife around.
The driver, a rather large gentleman of Maori extraction, said he wasn’t giving him a lift, and punched the robber hard enough to send him flying back out the passenger side of the car.
The robber got up and ran into the yard of a house. In the yard was a large, savage dog and the dog held the robber at bay.
The Maori bloke and the shop clerk had chased the robber and were waiting on the other side of the fence from the savage dog and the bailed-up robber. Neither of them wanted to jump the fence and secure the robber because of the dog, so they just called the police and waited for them to arrive.
Police arrived, entered the yard. The dog is fine with them. They put the robber in the back seat of the police car, and the big, savage dog jumped in, too. If they tried to get the dog out he just growled at them, menacingly. They decided they needed to get the owner of the house to help with the dog.
They knocked on the door and a betowelled man answered. They explained the situation and the betowelled man laughed and explained that he is a policeman and the dog is his police dog. He will not let the villain out of his sight until his master calls him off.
He called the dog, the dog exited the police car, and the wols carted the robber off to the watch house.
Crims. Not real bright, not real lucky.