Day 2369 Death to machines.

7th February 2024

There is nothing more infuriating than an ATM that won’t accept money, not that it happens to me because it alway works the other way round.

Kelli was trying to feed bills into a machine, it spat them back out. She tried to feed them one at a time, and it continued to happen. She started shouting at it, just in case there was a small person inside, but alas there wasn’t. The temperature inside the car was rising, there were no more money machines in the area, the next nearest was in the town, and she didn’t want to drive down there. I was trying to de-fuse the situation by giving a few dollars to see if that made any difference, but it didn’t, leading to more bad language. I thought she might do an Incredible Hulk and tear the unit out of the wall.

I felt for the car behind us, all they would see is her arm pushing in the notes in, waiting a few seconds and taking them out again, then the truck would rock, as her anger rose even higher.

We admitted defeat and headed to the town. There was a call to the Bank’s customer service, somewhere in America where Kelli gave a poor guy grief about the problem, and adding that they needed more machines, as that one was in the wrong place.

The whole episode was exhausting, as was what we had done before. There was a trip to Plato’s to sell more clothes from Kelli’s wardrobe,(yes it is that big) then on to a doctors appointment for more physical treatment, then back to Plato’s hoping to get her money, and any things they didn’t take, but they hadn’t finished sorting through her stuff.

Fortunately we had other places to go to, first to take a couple of return packages to the UPS store, and then to CD exchange to pick up some DVDs of The Big Bang Theory, yes we try to keep up with the latest trends.

Once that was done we drove back to Plato’s to complete the transaction.

All this, and we hadn’t even started our food shopping yet.

Once that was done there was a dresser to collect. This was an interesting piece. Covered in dribbles of pink paint, like the result of a giant sneeze.

Then it was back home to do some work. Phew!