Milsurp After Hours

An armed, hooded robber bursts into the Bank of Ireland and forces the tellers to load a sack full of cash. On his way out the door with the loot, one brave Irish customer grabs the hood and pulls it off, revealing the robber's face. The robber shoots the guy without hesitation.




He then looks around the bank to see if anyone else has seen him. One of the tellers is looking straight at him, and the robber shoots him, too. Everyone, by now, is very scared and looking down at the floor. "Did anyone else see me face?" calls the robber.


There are a few moments silence, then one elderly Irish gent, looking down, tentatively raises his hand, clears his throat and says, "I think me wife over there might have caught a glimpse....."

Paddy runs into the bank with a mask and a sawn off shotgun. He says to the clerk in his best possible English accent........................
" I say old thing, would you mind awfully putting all the money in this bag for me, there's a good chap"
"OK Paddy" says the clerk.
"How did you know I was Irish", says Paddy.
"Well", says the clerk, "for a start, you've sawn the wrong end 0ff your shotgun"

Now I'll tell you all a true story.

Back in 1979 I was living in a small town in the west of Ireland not far to the north of Galway city. A friend of the wife was the wife of the Bank Messenger and most days she'd go in the side door of the bank with a hot lunch for him. The Bank used to close for lunch. On this particular day there was a young man lounging in the doorway, so she says,
"Excuse me, I have to go in"
"Ye can't"
"But I'm the Messenger's wife an' I've got his lunch"
"Ye still can't go in"
"Why the devil not?"
He opened his coat a bit and gave her a glance of his pistol.
"Will yez piss off, missus, we're robbin the bank".