Word: robs
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...shopping centers, a convenience for robbers as well as customers. Tellers are trained to hand over the money in a holdup to avoid shootings, and even the guards are often instructed not to resist. As a result, notes FBI Special Agent Joseph Ryan, certain banks can be easier to rob than family grocery stores, where mom and pop sometimes fight back...
...shoes and makes a deal with the merchant to "mail" it to an address in a state with a lower rate. The merchant obligingly sends an empty box, and the customer walks out with the goods. A variant is to send the purchase to a friend in another state. Rob, an accountant, saved $600 on a $12,000 painting by having the gallery mail it from Chicago, where the state sales tax is 5%, to a friend in Indiana. Rob collected the painting and paid no sales tax whatsoever...
...freshman year. Person for person, they were psychos. Zozo and Yarco, Stoughton's hulky Cuban sentinels, pouncing upon each girl as she entered the dorm: "What did you do tonight?" (Avuncular whine) "Who were you with?" (Leer) "Were his roommates there?" (Snicker) "A lady wouldn't do that." (Dismissed); Rob, the awestruck and disoriented Midwestern roommate of the Death Poet, wandering about sadly, latching onto anyone who would listen, occasionally making conversation with the two calculator-addled physics jocks who haunted the stairs and discussed their SAT scores; the tall silent guy we nicknamed Frankenstein, stalking out at dusk, headed...
...freshman year. Person for person, they were psychos. Zozo and Yarco, Stoughton's hulky Cuban sentinels, pouncing upon each girl as she entered the dorm: "What did you do tonight?" (Avuncular whine) "Who were you with?" (Leer) "Were his roommates there?" (Snicker) "A lady wouldn't do that." (Dismissed); Rob, the awestruck and disoriented Midwestern roommate of the Death Poet, wandering about sadly, latching onto anyone who would listen, occasionally making conversation with the two calculator-addled physics jocks who haunted the stairs and discussed their SAT scores; the tall silent guy we nicknamed Frankenstein, stalking out at dusk, headed...
...Rob Briner...