Success is a lousy teacher. It seduces smart people into thinking they can't lose.
- Bill Gates
(All That Money...)
(Alluring Theft Magnet)
I'm walking past the service station. My bank's ATM is in there. I don't really need money. But I suppose it will save me worrying about it later. Other banks are now charging people to use their ATM's. As if they don't make enough money.
Money. I know its a cliché that it's evil. But is it necessary? When are we going to get a better system? We surely don't need cash anymore. There's something dirty about it. It's been through a thousand fingers. Who knows where they've been?
I walk through the auto double doors. It's quiet. Must be a lull. I walk up and slide my card in. I've got so much work to do. And I have to get it out of the way if I want to catch up with my friend later. Work... work to earn. Earn to live. Live to work. It just goes on. And on...
Something prods my spine. Ouch.
'Give me the money.'
I want to turn.
'Don't look. Give it or I'll stick ya.'
'Shit. Is this serious? Okay. I will but what's that? How do I know it's not just a pen or something?'
'Shut the fuck up and gimme it.'
'Okay, I will. Please just be calm, but listen... I'm not pulling out any money till I have proof.' I turn.
'Okay, that's definitely a...'
I spin and karate chop and limbs blur and the blade clatters to the floor. He's a young punk with sunglasses. I'm sure beneath them his eyes are beaming. Crimson on high. Now he doesn't know what to do.
I pull a karate stance. 'Get moving or I'll mess you up!' Overcome, he drops to the floor unconscious.
I smile. Foiled him. Little shit. He's as bad as those bankers. Steal you blind, while your back is turned.
But somehow, the world flips. He rises and I lower, like a see-saw. I'm the one on the floor. And he's pumping the ATM. I had already entered the code. I'm sure he's pulling out the daily maximum.
I want to get up but my energy is seeping into the floor. Draining out. And my back feels cold. And wet. I reach out to his ankle but he steps over my hand and sprints away.
… I wonder what he'll do with my money....?
Written after watching a disturbing story about teens who hang around ATM's to rob people and the banks that charge us for the privilege.
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