alabama 1:4
I stuck
my card in the ATM slot, to extract my last remaining dollars from a distant bank.
Hello, it said but not my name, and I should have known something was wrong then.
Usually, it pretended to know me, which I suppose it might have. But anyway, it asked
for my PIN, which I punched in. It made some mechanical clicking, chugging,
munching sounds, then the screen announced, Your card is deliquent and has been
retained. Contact your bank. You are being photographed by authority of the FBI. Have
a nice day. Then it spat out a slip of paper that had the date and time plus my account
number and HOT CARD printed right on it. It was like getting a receipt for committing
a crime. I thought about mooning the camera, but thought better of it and returned to
the car. Jill was trying to stuff pennies up Jack's nose. In a hundred years, she said,
these will be worth millions.
move on...