While I've never seen one of those 'man traps' at a bank up here, I'd think that if you managed to set one of the darn things went off and the staff was giving you the evil eye, all one would have to do is say the magic words: Prosthetic hip, got pins, screws and plates from a motorcycle wreck. Like who is gonna undress you in the doorway to check for the scars?
Or, does someone follow up those alarms with a metal detecting wand like at the airport?
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