It all started when our local post office-cum-bank agency was robbed.
A man wearing a balaclava came into the agency and pointed a gun at Mr Limberger, the proprietor. He took $4,000 in cash, $100 in postage stamps and Mr Limberger's lunch.
A few weeks later, it happened again, and the same things were stolen - money, stamps and lunch.
After that, Mr Limberger built three windows with wooden bars across the counter. It looked official but not very bullet-proof.
Our post office was actually a mixed business where we could bank our money, buy stamps, newspapers, house paint, bicycle parts and sweets.
It was the only shop on our little suburban peninsulah except for the butcher next door. And he was never robbed, probably because he always held a long sharp knife.
But the bars did not stop the robber. He came again and took the cash box with Mr Limberger's lunch inside it.
Unfortunately, the key to the community hall was also in the cash box. This was the cause of some stress because the shop's only toilet was inside the hall.
Which is why Mr Limberger climbed through the side window of the hall. He was half way through when the policeman grabbed him by the ankles.
Mr Limberger explained the situation but the policeman insisted they go to the police station.
While Mr Limberger was filling out the police forms someone broke into the shop. This burglar did not bother with money or stamps. He just took Mr Limberger's lunch.
This was the last straw. Mr Limberger took action. He installed a glass fronted refrigerated counter in the front of the shop, then he bought 17 types of cheeses, six different breads and buns, quiches, salamis, pickles and spreads.
At noon, he put on an apron and made lunches like the ones which had been stolen.
He was an instant success. Everyone bought his lunches.
He made so much money, he built his own toilet behind the shop.
And he was never robbed again.
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