That was the Sunday we'll never forget. I was at the
bank, with my kids, depositing a check when I heard these popping noises
coming from the door. Fearing the worst, I grabbed my little ones and we ducked
under a nearby table, only to see the place where we were just standing
buckshot to pieces. The robbers, whose faces were covered by masks, had
shotguns and they were terrifyingly loud, demanding we look away, keep our
heads down. The larger of them approached the cashier and handed him a large
bag. "Fill it up!"
As he began to place the trembling money in the bag, we all
heard the entryway ding and our eyes followed the sound. The doors slid open
and there in the lobby was a large yellow mixing bowl. Slowly approaching it,
one of the masked men began to laugh, tittering as he approached the vessel. He
reached his gloved hand out to grab the rim, when suddenly the bowl flew onto
his face and began to smother him, as if compelled by some magic force. He
struggled to remove the bowl, his screams were muffled. Stumbling backwards
into and over one of the desks, the robber's gun went off a couple of times,
wounding two of his companions standing in the lobby, shattering their knees
open in crimson puffs of smoke and pain. They screamed, dropped their weapons
and grabbed their knees, falling to the floor in agony - the large man who was
filling the bag ran over to see what had happened. As he approached the desk,
the yellow bowl leaped at him from the ground. He narrowly dodged the bowl as
it went flying past his head. He brought his gun up, took aim at the bowl and
fired one shot. At that same moment the bowl turned towards him, deflecting the
shot, ricocheting it directly back to the point of origin. With a spark, the
large man's gun had been shot out of his hands. By then, the police sirens and
lights had filled the lobby and the criminals were so dumbstruck they couldn't
even move, they were wondering what the hell just happened...
When the police questioned us, I kept mentioning the bowl,
"there was a bowl? where's the bowl? what happened to the bowl?" -
they had no idea what I was talking about, and they said again and again that
no yellow bowl was found anywhere in the bank.
It was just a yellow bowl, a regular bowl. A regular bowl,
that did some pretty amazing things. No doubt about it - that bowl saved my
families life. But I don't think that was just an ordinary bowl.
No.
That was a SuperBowl.
