I past post a bookie when I was 18yrs old. this local bookie had a good setup at his office, he furnished the racing forms, food and drinks. he use to say nobody can past post me. I had a friend that was at the track and another friend that would go to a pay telephone and wait for the call, as soon as he got the call he snuck in the back yard and slid the winning number underneath the screen. so I went to the bathroom and raised the window and snatched the piece of paper with the winning number. another time we all went to the track and we left before the last race. we were all in the bookies Van. behind us was a friend in a car, and he had a cell phone, so when he got the call who won the last race he posted the winning number with a black marker on his windshield. that was along time ago, up to this day he never found out, he knew something wasnt right, but he never knew, true story.