The intelligence of Wythenshawe Scumbags.
As I've harped on several times I've worked for several companies who supply supermarkets and other stores with cash registers. I found myself in the unfortunate situation of working for a company who's offices were at the edge of the notoriously scummy Wythenshawe estate. The company employed scummy local Wythenshawe cleaners who (and I'll jump to a snap judgement here) decided to assist their scummy scumbag friends with some insider knowledge for the perfect heist.

It seems that one was issued with a generic 'guest/temporary' ID pass which granted full access to the entire building's external and internal security doors where a number of them were able to accurately negotiate their way to the store rooms. Completely ignoring the expensive computer components our entire stock of cash drawers were looted.

They were all found smashed open in a nearby wood.

I guess their scummy Wythenshawe logic was that if they were cash drawers they must have cash in em, innit? Even though they were all wrapped in cellophane with the keys to open them taped to the side.

Knobs.
( Airman Gabber Living life like a 70's BBC presenter, Wed 16 May 2012, 15:55, 3 replies)

SHUT UP ABOUT FUCKING TILLS.

( janet aylia y'all motherfuckers need jesus, Wed 16 May 2012, 16:41, closed)

Heh.
Not nearly related to the OP, but it does remind me of my dads convertible being broken into many years back. Some twunt slashed through the roof in order to steal the goodies inside.

Except the roof was wire-meshed. Must have taken the thief hours to cut through it all.

And the car was empty. My dad wasn't an idiot.
(Captain Skippy pooed in a bag and left it on your doorstep, Wed 16 May 2012, 18:42, closed)

Wythenshite is a bad place!
(Xstopher, Thu 17 May 2012, 4:12, closed)