About ten thirty three masked and armed men barged into the bank, and pointing guns at us tellers, demanded money. It was scary as anything. I handed over everything I could get my hands on. Most of the money I can’t access because it’s in a vault that I don’t usually have access to. But this day I did have access because the bank manager was away. The thieves left with practically everything.
I thought I was going to get shot. We were very shaken of course. We phoned the police, who had in fact already arrived because Karen (the teller next to me) had pressed the secret alarm button under the counter with her foot. The bank was shut for the day. We were kept there for quite a few hours answering the same questions a hundred times. Eventually we were allowed to go home.
The first thing I did was make myself a cup of coffee and sit down with a brochure to ponder what I was going to do with my share of the money.
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