Oh no. That is so frightening to experience. In my 37 years of bank work, I never experienced a real full fledged robbery, so was very lucky. But you wouldn't be the first person to be robbed to have emotional experiences later that aren't very nice. Does your bank offer any psychiatric counseling after the experience? They should and even though you may think you don't need any, it might be a good idea to talk to someone who is trained in that area.
The only things that ever happened to me was back when the computer was a phone dial in thing, I was running the drivein. Guy presented a check and I asked for ID. He gave it to me and when I dialed into the phone, the response was, "No account on file." So I figured I had misdialed. I appologize to the guy and proceed to redial. The guy waits. When I get the same response the second time, I begin to wonder. I step over to tell him there is a computer glitch and he finally gets the idea that he's about to be found out and he left in a hurry. Unfortunately the angle he left at made it so I couldn't get a license number. We at least had the stolen check and his ID. Turns out the check was in a set that was put in a storage room after the account had been closed. Don't know if they ever caught the guy or not.
Our branch was a temporary one in a small mobile home. That was back in the days when our warnings were issued on a little flier. There were no computers. I remember reading the flier and noticing the last name of Shannon as being one name that was used by a ring of check thieves/forgers in the area. We had missionary friends in Detroit whose last name was Shannon so it stuck in my head. A very tall black man came to my window with a check made out to somebody Shannon and of course it rang a bell. I asked for ID. HE gave it to me and I went to copy down the numbers. The pen wouldn't write so I said I had to get a pen. As I was walking to supposedly get a pen, I was picking up the flier and continued to walk to the manager's desk, circling the Shannon name on the flier as I went. Oddly the pen worked now. The manager's desk was right opposite the door. HE asked Mr. Shannon if he could talk to him and "Mr. Shannon" went up to the desk and went right out the door. HE ran down the steps and around the building, across the parking lot as another customer was driving into the parking lot. The customer realized that when someone runs out of a bank and off the lot that there is probably somethine wrong. So he turned his car around and went over to the lot where he saw the guy getting in a red car. He took down the license and came back to the bank. With his information, the police got the car the next day and said that was a gun clip in the car and said my robber was likely armed but I never saw anything. The detectives had come the previous afternoon and showed me gobs of 8 x 10 glossies and after looking at all those, I wouldn't have recognized a picture of my dad. LOL. Several days later we had to go down for a lineup but my manager and I couldn't agree on who we thought it was. I don't know what came of that either.
There has been some funny things happen during robberies over the years. One guy used the back of a pay stub to write his stick up note.
One of our branches was robbed and he ran out the frornt door with money falling out of his pockets. He jumped in the waiting car and when the police came, they noticed a stalled car up the road about a mile. As the car was the same color as the getaway car, they stopped. Turned out one of the robbers was walking back to a gas station as they had run out of gas and the driver was wanted for murder. The bank money was under the hood which was up at the time to warn that the car was stalled on a busy street.
We had dye packs in our cash drawer. It looked like a pack of $5s but in the center was some sort of container of dye that when it went out the door of the building something triggered an explosion and die went all over the place. This worked well especially if the robber was on foot.
Another one happened up the street at another bank and the robbers turned down a dead end street as the police were chasing them.
A robber thought to rob the night depository in the night. He hooked a chain to his bumper and the door handle of the safe and began to pull. As the bumper came off the car, it made an awful racket and the people in the house right next to the parking lot turned on the bedroom light, the robber in a panic left. Of course the safe is embedded in cement and surrounded with brick on the outside so wasn't going anywhere easily. And of course seeing the robber left his bumper, his license plate was on it. Simple deal huh?/
I think that the more you express your feelings of fear etc, and talk about it, your upset will subside as time goes by. But I still wonder if it would be good to talk to a professional aobut it. The bank owes you that IMHO.
Fortunately yours wasn't one of those terrible ones we hear about. I knew a lady who was in one of those terrible ones. They made them lay face down on the floor. Betty stared at his shoes and sox and ankles and to make her brain stay calm she memorized everything about them. Later that day when the bad guys were caught she had told so much about the one guy's shoes, pantlegs and sox, they were able to nail him easily.
I had this idea that in the foyer, there should be a large hole in the floor with doors over the top that would swing down when we pushed a button. The robber would fall in the hole and the doors would swing back shut. Then the person would be gassed so he couldn't shoot anybody. He'd be laying there ready for the cops. The other idea I had was to have a strip of nails across the parking lot drive and when the bad guy tried to drive away, the nails would puncture his tires. I should have been a policeman. LOL.
