Wednesday, 25 May 2011

Law south of the Pecos

Bill Sykes - a thief and a murdererImage by CharlesFred via Flickr
While trying ex presidents for corruption in the regular courts can take time, the new 'flagrancia' courts can act fast in criminal cases.

There was an incident yesterday at the central offices of the Banco de Costa Rica, in the centre of San Jose to prove the point.

Costa Ricans are patient, calm people and this man was no exception.
Let no one say that the he acted impulsively.
None of this vulgar rushing in waving a sub machine gun for this chap.

First he took his ticket for the queue..from .a wonderful touch screen device which asks if you are envisaging a transaction of
A...less than one million colones
B...more than one million colones
C...more then one transaction whatever its nature
D...whether you are an old age pensioner, pregnant woman, person with a small child in attendance or otherwise handicapped

and then spits the ticket on the floor in front of you thus making sure that D can't pick it up and has to be assisted by the security guard.

Then he sat down on the chair provided, to watch for his number on the big screen at the end of the banking hall.
He would have had plenty of time to check the exchange rates, consider the advantages of a safe deposit box, debate with himself whether to buy properties upon which the bank had foreclosed, or wonder at the discounts available if he used his bank card to pay for his car parts until finally his number appeared on the screen, directing him to one of the cashier's boxes.

He was in luck.
When he got there he was not ambushed by one of the tiny, elderly, utterly determined ladies who believe that the notion of preference for those pressing D on the ticket machine means that they go to straight to an unoccupied cashier and start a long and rambling tale while producing an ominous pile of papers.

Accordingly he produced a note, which informed the cashier that he wanted thirty million colones...ah, ticket B then...and all the dollars, senor, you should have taken ticket C....and that if the cashier kicked up he, the customer, would be obliged to kill both the cashier and the guard...which guard, senor, there are at least five in the banking hall...and his accomplices would be obliged to kill the cashier's family.
At this point he showed him a gun...later found to be a toy...hidden under his jacket.
Not surprisingly, at this stage the cashier fainted. This was nothing provided for on the ticket machine.

It was eleven o'clock.
The man left the building, neatly avoiding the out of action but unmarked as such escalator, but by dint of the  effective work of the municipal police and the OIJ (investigating branch) he was arrested and was in court by eight o'clock that night.

The judge heard the case and sentenced him to three years in prison for aggravated robbery ...the toy gun, I suppose.

So it might be with some surprise that you learn that that very evening, the chap was restored to the bosom of his family.

How comes this, you ask.

It comes like this.

The judge took into account that he was a first time offender of good character with a stable home and job, that he was on medication for suicidal depression - and gave him five years probation.
Not jumping the queue might have helped, too.

I quite sympathise with the judge....sending the culprit to La Reforma, the overcrowded prison rife with guns and drugs and that's only the inmates would have done nothing for him.
He succumbed to a mad impulse.
No one was hurt.
Nothing was stolen.

And anyone whose job is to face the gridlock traffic of San Jose every working day ferrying students to and from a language school would undoubtedly be in need of medication for suicidal depression.

But when an ex president gets only three years' house arrest for swindling millions (dollars, not colones) on a contract to provide medical equipment for the national health service, three years probation for frightening a cashier looks quite tough.

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  1. If it was a water pistol he could have revived her with a well aimed squirt.

  2. Steve, that would have knocked a year off the probation, I reckon, helping a damsel in distress.
    You have in some ways to pity the next case on the list...a chap who trapped a woman in a cash machine kiosk and ran his fingers where he shouldn't.
    The next two ladies in the queue beat him up with their brollies until the police rescued him.
    He's in the jug.

  3. Ah, those ladies with brollies are a fine antidote to the women we were talking about over in France. I'm still smiling from the image evoked.

  4. Pueblo girl, yes, give me the ladies with brollies any day.
    I'd love to have seen them in action.

  5. I keep imagining the equivalent in Sainsbury's where they queue for the deli counter - or the WI Christmas sale at which they now issue tickets after the incident of cat fighting over the mistletoe

  6. Hello there,
    Was directed your way by the bauld Jimmy and wanted to say

    I've fallen on your archives like an impatient vulture as I've been trying to gen up on Costa Rica for a while now. Was having a tough time getting past the usual nonsense spouted about the country.

    I look forward to more. Cheers.

  7. The privileges of rank and influence working in perfect harmony with the duality of man – strikes again then. What a surprise. Bravo to Judge Notsodread. But the Oscar for best supporting actress in a cashiers roll goes to…The Fainting Cashier!!!

    So when you going to give me your secret recipe for Banana Moonshine then. I’ve just smuggled in two and a half tons of the damn things, and now I’ve spent all night peeling them, they’re starting to go a funny colour. Should I just chuck a bucket of sugar and some yeast over them, and then hose them all down with water in the paddling pool?

  8. Isn't the law strange?...whichever country you live in, it never manages to be consistent.

    I love this story x

  9. An old lady wielding a handbag is enough to strike terror in the heart of a would-be bank robber too.

  10. The old song seems appropriate somehow, Fly.

    It's the same the whole world over,
    It's the poor wot gets the blame;
    It's the rich wot gets the pleasure,
    Ain't it all a blooming shame.

  11. General apologies that your comments are not appearing.
    Blogger has shut me out of my blogs...I changed my Google account name and Blogger refuses to recognise it....while Google won't let me get back to the old one....
    I have them all saved in the hope that someone...clearly not blasted Blogger...will sort this or tell me what to do!

  12. Great story. Love the comments, too...

  13. Justice as it should be, well done that man, and lets hope that the mental health of the 'villain' of the piece improves - a mad moment in time happens to a lot of us, but not normally in public places!

  14. Great story! You don't need a telly, do you?

  15. Hello there - just checking all is well; haven't heard from you for a while. Hope all is OK.

  16. what a great story. And I still want to come and visit the country!!