Waxing poetic in the ATM line.


Only two cars in front. 

Lucky day.

Rolling stops while trying to dig out the ATM card from my wallet-

why are there cards folded around it?

why are there so many straw wrappers in here?

why do I keep grabbing my fro yo frequent buyer card?

Slam on brakes.

Roll forward again,

shamefully.

Roll past the ATM machine a little,

embarassingly.

Slide my card.

Make my deposits.

Hear audible sighs from the car behind me-

yes, sir, it is my right as an American to deposit both cash AND checks at this ATM right now.

Fly enters through my opened window.

Grab receipt.

Roll forward while doing the dance,

buckle seatbelt,

put the ATM card back with the straw wrappers,

roll window up.

Come to the intersection.

Attempt to turn left OMG THERE IS A FLY IN HERE ON MY FACE GET IT OFF NOW SMASHING SMASHING SMASHING

Hazardous.