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To the man at the ATM: I don't forgive you
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See here’s my mistake. I took three children to a Multilevel suburban Megaplex during week two of the school holidays. But then again, I didn’t think I’d get stuck behind the worst ATM user in the KNOWN UNIVERSE. No, I don’t think you understand.
By my calculations you should need to press 8 buttons, 10 max to get some cashola from the Automatic Teller Machine.
It should consist of the following:
- 4 presses- Pin number. Pretty. Effing. Simple. At some stage you got given a 4 digit personal identification number that needed to be memorised. 6 tops.
- 1 press – What you are there for? Seriously, are you there to withdraw cash, check your balance or deposit money. That’s it. Don’t use it as your own personal banker and start trading currency. People are waiting.
- 1 jab– Assuming this is a withdrawal, let’s say it is, press WITHDRAWAL. I assume 90% of the time you are there for this and not to get a medicare refund or a cheeseburger, however the length of time it takes for some people to decide this, makes me wonder otherwise. This button push is to select the amount. Just do it.
- last hit– Do you want a receipt – yes or no. Yes or no. Get it on the screen if you don’t want the paper. I do.
Righteo, money comes out, you move away from the ATM and put said money in your wallet. YOU WALK AWAY.
So why is it that I can stand behind someone, at first very patiently, who seems to press no less than 36 buttons, all to walk away with nothing. No cash. Not even a stinking receipt.
What in the heck are they doing? Dialling China?
I understand some people are old and new to this technology and yes, I give them a break.
But the guy in the flannel shirt today though, that nearly lost his card twice due to incorrect pin entries, then checked his balance 3 times only to swear at the screen (which sadly stayed silent) and then took his card out only to RE-ENTER it so he could confirm his stupidity and repeat this again, I do not give you a break. All I can give you is my perfected “Hurry up or I will stab you” look.
This coupled with the 12 year old, possibly emo tween making her feelings known rather loudly while the other two moonwalked in front of the teeming masses and I thought my head would spontaneously combust. But then suddenly and almost magically, flannel man whisked out his 20 dollar note , studied the receipt in FRONT OF THE MACHINE and then wandered off oblivious to the danger that was behind him.
ATM Rage is alive and well. Don’t underestimate it.
