Working at a bank had always been a 50/50 chance it would be robbed in the week, and this week was that week.

The poorly disguised man, walks in with the gun raised “Alright ya, bastards! Money now!” His accent was muffled by the balaclava.

You sighed “Hello, boomer, you again?”

He raised the gun and scoffed “Thought ya woulda quit last time I gave ya a nice scare? Hey mate!” He cackled adjusting the mask, “Money now.”