A man walked into a bank one quiet morning and approached the counter.
— Excuse me, can I make a phone call here?
The teller looked up politely.
— I’m sorry, sir, we don’t have a phone line available for customers.
The man nodded thoughtfully, as if that wasn’t a problem at all.
— I see… That’s fine. Just curious — do you have any guard dogs here?
The teller blinked, a bit confused.
— No… no, we don’t.
— Alright, — the man continued casually. — What about security? Any guards? W*ap*ns?
The teller shook his head.
— No, sir. Nothing like that.
The man smiled slightly, glancing around the quiet lobby.
— Interesting. Very interesting.
The teller started to feel a bit uneasy.
— Is… everything okay?
The man leaned in a little closer, his voice calm and steady.
— Oh, everything’s perfect.
He paused for a second, then added:
…Then open the safe.
This is a r*bb*ry.
