In reality
I used to be a bookie, and once whilst working on one of the scummiest estates in Leicester, 2 men walk in with caps pulled down very low. They mill around for a few seconds, then one of them shouts "Get f*ckin down" and pulls out a shotgun whilst his mate runs up towards the counter brandishing a hand-gun.

About a year pevious, (thank Dog), we'd had some new security measures put in. Basically we pressed a panic button and up from the counter comes a untested bullet proof plactis shield that shouts up to the ceiling, basically sealing us in and the robbers out.

This was what I call an active test. Pressed the button and everything worked. Counter and door into the office locked off, no way in. And yet I was cacking myself.

The two blokes, realising that there was an alarm going and they're not exactly in the best position, decided to leg it. So the two blokes each fire a shot out of frustration into the plastic. Muck fe, it is bullet proof!!

They ran, and were picked up later in the day trying to rob another bookies across in Derby.

To be honest, it really shuck me up, and due to the fact the company was a bit lapse in training, me and my cashier got about £2500 each as a post traumatic pay-out.

I then left being a shop bookie and moved jobs.
(gjb006, Fri 16 Jun 2006, 8:43, Reply)