“That’s not a real gun.” The teller rolled his eyes, snapped his gum, and went back to scrolling his Twitter feed.

If you could have seen the masked man’s face, I’m sure his eyebrows would have been raised with an air of confusion. I mean, it wasn’t a real gun, but how could a bank teller know that?

“I can literally see the black paint coming off the plastic on your fingertips. And no gloves? Great job genius. Why don’t you just write down your name and address and we can call up your doctor for the rest?”

The gunman may have already regretted a thing or two, but at that point, entering the bank that day with a child’s toy and a foolish plan ranked close to the top of the list. He just needed the money, but this dressing down from a seriously unimpressed teller was less than expected.