Posted on 07/12/2019 9:44:39 PM PDT by DUMBGRUNT
According to police, the pair drove a dark-colored van up to a restaurant in the 1900 block of East 95th Street in Calumet Heights around 2:20 a.m, Friday. A man walked into the RJ Sandwich Fish n' Chicken wearing dark clothes and gloves.
He then tied a rope to the ATM and hooked the rope to the minivan that was sitting outside. The driver of the van floored it and the ATM smashed through the door frame, which forces the man who tied the rope around it to fall over.
The man limped out of the restaurant, put the ATM in the back of the van, and got away
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They possibly made off with $3,000.
The taxpayers will cough up three times that for his emergency room services+++
The owners will pay twice that for repairs/replacement.
Saw how it’s done in Barber Shop.
Saw how it’s done in Barber Shop.
The filmmakers used a storefront in the South Chicago community area (79th Street and Exchange Avenue) that was once a laundromat to build the set for Calvin’s barbershop,
I forgot!!! And I enjoyed the t movie.
And filmed not too far from the scene of the crime.
Don’t drop it on their head.
Yeah. Looks like the thing broke his knee.
Yeah. Looks like the thing broke his knee.
We can hope so!
“Yeah. Looks like the thing broke his knee.
We can hope so!”
Hope he doesn’t have medical insurance. Then he’ll have to spend his ill gotten gains on getting his knee fixed.
The audacity is impressive. The execution, not so much.
Dude!! I love RJ Sandwich Fish n’ Chicken!
Impressive. I would have thought it would hold long enough to do some serious damage to the minivan, but I guess their understanding of Physics is better than mine.
In any case, a truck would have been able to pull it out if the van wasn’t sufficient.
As to defense, the key is getting it integrated into the slab, since, as the video shows, it could have been located 50 feet from the door, but nothing at grade level would have stopped it from coming out once the strap tightened up. But if you had it bolted to a 1/2” metal plate under 12” of concrete (1 square yard wide), and assuming that the ATM structure was strong enough, he would have left the back end of the van (or pretty much any truck) at he gas station during his (attempted) getaway. Now that would been a fun report to watch.
As to the guy’s knee, he’s really lucky he made it out of there...and he’ll find it will simply get worse and worse over the days.
“I love RJ Sandwich Fish n’ Chicken!”
I’ve eaten there a few times myself. The chicken is almost as good as Harold’s.
L
Hey, hole in the wall places rock.
“But if you had it bolted to a 1/2” metal plate under 12” of concrete..”
Our gun safe is attached to the concrete slab with four 1/2 inch threaded rods set with chemical anchors. Good luck getting that thing out.
L
“Hey, hole in the wall places rock.”
Sure do. Being in sales in Chicago does have certain advantages. One of them is being able to sample those wonderful dive joints during daylight hours.
Next time your in the Cal City area check this joint out:
http://www.calumetfisheries.com/
Best,
L
Yummo
I could murder a hot Italian beef right now.
In Chicago I got fried Italian smelts.
C town is pretty useless, but the food is OK
I kind of like the metal plate under the slab with studs sticking up, but I am familiar with concrete anchors and agree pulling something out is no trivial task!
“In Chicago I got fried Italian smelts.”
Back when I was a young, handsome, single, and poor young buck I’d hit some of the bars in the Loop after work that offered hot food buffets if you bought 2 beers. I always looked forward to smelt season.
Crispy little fishy bits of goodness dredged in seasoned corn meal and fried to golden brown perfection. A work friend of mine was Italian. He told me once “if you think these are good you should come smelt fishing with me and my dad.”
Now I may not be smart, but I do learn. So the next Saturday I found myself near the Planetarium at about 2 in the morning sitting with him and his dad. A Coleman lantern, some kind of net, a propane burner, an ancient cast iron Dutch oven, and a baggie full of seasoned corn meal dredge were on hand.
He’d put the lantern out over the water, dip that net, and come up with a couple of dozen. He snipped off the head and gutted them with a pair of scissors so fast you’d think he’d been doing it since the day he was born. Hell, he probably had been.
He’d toss them in the baggie full of that dredge, shake them a few times, and then drop them in the hot fat. Then onto a pile of Chicago Tribune classified ads to drain for a minute.
He reached into a cooler and popped the top on some cold beers. Those went into paper lunch bags, of course. So there we sat for a couple of hours. Not much was said. Not much needed to be said.
I asked what was in the dredge that made them taste so damned good. The old man just looked at me and chuckled. My friend said “He’d tell you, but then he’d have to kill you.”
So I shut up and ate fried smelts, drank a couple of ice cold PBRs, and just enjoyed things.
My friend was killed in a car accident a month or so later. Drunk driver. What a damned waste. They idiot who did it got 6 months, out in 3. He met with an unfortunate fatal accident a couple of weeks after he got out. Never did catch the perp.
Anyway, I haven’t thought about that night in over 30 years. So I thank you most sincerely for stirring up a very pleasant memory.
Best,
L
Yup, good times.
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