Dear Crazy ATM Lady:
Hi it's me, AJ. Remember me from this morning when I was behind you on line at the ATM? I want you to know that I didn't grouse or grumble when you spent what seemed like an hour standing at the automatic teller. You used several different cards. You made deposits, withdrawals, transfers, everything. You might have even traded stocks, prospected pork bellies, and e-filed your taxes. I don't know. You were there awhile. Most folks try to limit their time at the ATM when others are waiting but you don't follow the trends, you set them. So, I didn't complain.
After you completed your final transaction you hurriedly snatched your receipt and card from the machine, scooped up your effects and stepped to side.
You only moved over a foot or so and you were completely in my personal space, but I didn't criticize. Normally people give each other privacy when conducting financial matters but hey, you march to the beat of a different drum. You're a nonconformist. I admire that about you.
I didn't even give you a much-deserved dirty look as you slowly packed up your cash, cards, ten receipts and de-pocketbooked detritus that you spilled all over the place. Nor did I whine when you took forever to stuff your papers and bills into your wallet, into your purse and finally into your shoulder bag like fake-Prada Russian nesting dolls.
Most people zig. You zag. And I think that's fantastic.
I have to confess, however. You did annoy me just a *little* when you looked over my shoulder as I begun my transaction. When I asked you if something was wrong, you said, "I was making sure that I was done."
I assured you that you were indeed "finished". (Dad used to say that turkeys get done, people get finished) I could tell by your expression that you thought I was lying. I wasn't. But you know how you are.
To be honest, I didn't see any need for you to linger by the ATM; scrutinizing me suspiciously. At least you could have *pretended* not to be watching me. That would have been more polite. But standing on your toes so you could get a look at my screen was a wee bit over the top. But hey, we've already established that when it comes to manners and mores, you're a maverick. Rock on with your badself.
You watched me so very closely during my 30 second procedure. Surely you noticed that I only made a *deposit*, right? You do realize that I didn't take money *out* of the damn thing, yeah?
Many people, when encountering your type of behavior, would have spun on their heel, stabbed their finger at you while calling you a "rude little bitch who needs to get lost NOW before I really lose my temper."
But not me. I let it go. See? On occasion, I can be a radical, too.
A very rare occasion, indeed.
Your fellow iconoclast,