So you’re running late to work, stubbed your toe on the way out the door, shook your fist at the hordes of traffic and nearly swallowed your breakfast whole. Not a fun morning – I sympathize. Truly. Which is precisely why the last thing you need in your angst-ridden life is to wait on line for forty-five minutes at an ATM machine.
Cash machines are supposed to make life at the bank easier – They are not supposed to incite homicidal rages at the ATM machine. So, why on god’s green beloved earth do people take so unbelievably long while withdrawing money? We’ve all experienced this, sadly.
You’ve got the guy who withdraws his cash from the machine and then proceeds to painstakingly count his money, bill by bill, until he’s satisfied. First of all, genius, ATM machines don’t make math mistakes. Second, if by some stroke of rotten luck, it shorted you by a few dollars, are you going to knock on the bright green ATM screen and speak to it? Dude. Think. Move over to the side and count your money there. Jeez.
Or how about the spaced-out girl who counts her cash slowly, checks her account number, fills out a deposit form and recounts her cash again before depositing it slowwwwwwly in the aforementioned cash machine while you’re slowly losing your mind. Is it so very difficult for you to prepare your deposit beforehand? I think not.
Anyone else have maddening ATM experiences? As always, I’d love to hear all comments and snorts aimed in my general direction.
Maybe give the girl the benefit of the doubt that she ran out of deposit slips and checking the cash twice is always a good idea!
I will stomp an ATM machine into your ass!