I hated jobs that required split second timing. Give me a closed bar after payday that just needs a shotgun, balaclava, and an intimidating voice. I leave the million dollar casino heists with biosecurity bypasses, guard switching timetables, and a dozen different getaway vehicles to those who care more about knowing they did something hard and 'cool' to the payoff.
That said, there was one time where I appreciated a job like that. Those four guys pulled off an amazing heist, no question.
And then they got robbed by a guy with a shotgun, a balaclava, and an intimidating voice.
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