Published at: 10/12/2016 5:47:47 PM
You know the drill: you’re just looking to get a little walking around money, so you can live life, buy stuff and generally be you.
Then it happens. Your heart drops. Your temperature rises. Time slows.
This isn’t your ATM: and whoever owns this cash monster wants to take $2 of your hard-earned cash to continue your transaction. It’s time to consider your options – and indulge in a little ATM rage.
Vending machine chips. Half a coffee. Something weird from the $2 shop. At least 1.5 packets of mi goreng. So many better things
I’m pretty sure I’ve seen an ATM up the back of that off-brand convenience store about three blocks over. It might even belong to my bank.
I could do performance art? Play the spoons? How long would it take to get enough pity-cash together for a pie and a pint?
It’s only an extra 30 minutes to walk to the next ATM. I won’t miss the whole birthday dinner.
That’s MY money in there. No jury in the land would convict. (Don't actually do this)
How much time would I get for taking out an ATM? Worth it?
I know one place where I won’t need a cent – at home, on the couch in trackies, marathoning Netflix.
Okay, ATM, you win this round. *Swallows pride* *Embraces fate* *Accepts fees*