The till was on the left side. Always.

There was so much that could go wrong in this business. When it came to the details. You needed to keep things predictable. Reliable. Otherwise when shit went left, nobody would know what to do.

When things went haywire there were no guarantees of a good outcome. In fact, the chances were low. People would die. Money would be lost.

The good thing was that these things hardly happened. Years would pass by with no hiccups. People would begin complaining about the protocol. Wondering why keep to the routine when nothing had ever gone wrong.

They didn't know. Had they been part of one robbery. And survived. Then they wouldn't ask these stupid questions. Like why keep the till on the left. Just shut up and do it, you imbecile.

This is what Big Joe thought in his head.

"It's how we do things," Big Joe said.

"Well. It's a big pain in the ass. I mean I'm right handed."

Big Joe shot James a look. Don't bug me about this any longer, it shouted.

James said nothing. Big Joe turned around and headed out. When he was gone the bell above the door dinged.

"Another day, another dollar," James sighed.