Part of the deal of being in the silly old Rat Race, is an acceptance that you are part of a well-oiled machine. Each person is a cog that must do it's job, and if one cog stops, the whole machine will be affected. You can not take this responsibility lightly.This is why you need to be prepared when you step up to the ticket machine at a train station. Prior to joining the line, get out your wallet or purse, find the appropriate money, and even have the note the right side up, and facing the right direction, ready to just effortlessly glide into the machine when your time comes. Even peer at the machine before your turn, to find the right button for your station. This is all part of knowing your place in society.
And this is why frustration comes when someone forgets their place. They stand in front of the machine baffled. They look over it as though trying to decipher the unintelligible runes of some ancient civilisation. After several minutes, they finally find the right button to push.
Now they must pay, but there is no money in their hand. No, they must delve into the bottomless pit that is their handbag, and scratch around like a dog after a bone.
I'm sure I had money the other day... oh, hang on, I think I've found some.. oops, nope, that's my make-up kit, hang on, maybe it's in here.. no, that's my iPhone and my expensive bottle of magic drinking water filtered from an untouched mountain stream... Ahhh! Here we go, I've found a big bag of five cent pieces, this will do the trick! Sorry, it shouldn't take more than thirty minutes or so to insert these.. Oh gosh! Machines, huh?!
Deep breaths. Deeeeeep breaths.
7 comments:
Oh I feel your pain brother. Especially at airports! Be ready people!
How about grocery stores!!! They have a full cart of groceries, and stand there watching the checker scan, once they receive their total, THEN they decide to get out the checkbook and write it out...they could have been doing that the whole time! No consideration. Or banks... the people at the drive through who don't have their stuff ready, and you have to sit there and wait while they fill it all out. It isn't bad enough that the drive through itself is slow as molasses! You shouldn't have gotten me started....I could rant all day!!
Beth, you speak of wonders I have never seen.. drive through banks? I've never heard of such a thing.
Presumably they allow for a much better getaway after a heist?
Lol....'drive through banks'. Instead of going inside, you can drive up to a window...do you honestly not have these? Or are you just pulling my leg........
no, no leg pulling, I seriously have never heard of such a thing
Never heard of a drive-thru bank either!
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