When I returned to school on Sat afternoon, I had only $20 in my purse. After dinner on Saturday night and 3 meals on Sunday, I am pretty much broke on Monday. The natural thing one would do is to withdraw cash from the ATM right? Well, that's what I did (duh), except that the nearest ATM which is at canteen A was faulty.
I had two choices, walk to South Spine where there's another ATM there, or walk to Canteen 2 where there's an ATM as well. I went with choice number 3, borrowing money from my friends first. Come Tuesday morning, the 10 bucks I borrowed was depleted. So thinking that the ATM at canteen A was repaired already, I went to withdraw some cash.
Bummer. It was still down. For your information, it wasn't the State Bank of India's ATM and yes my school has a State Bank of India ATM. Don't ask me why. I believe the Bank of China's ATM will come anytime soon, supplementing the existing Developmental Bank of Chinapore.
With no reserves and friends to borrow from at that time, I did the dreaded act of lugging my arse all the way to South Spine. When I was walking towards the ATM from afar, I saw a man in front of the machine. I thought he was using it initially but upon closer inspection (namely, a peek across his shoulders), I saw him texting on his phone. He saw me peeping at him and gestured for me to use the machine first.
"How polite.", I thought. I inserted my card into the card slot but there was some resistance and I had to use more force than usual to push my card in. I didn't thought much about it but this minor 'glitch' would turn out to become something worse towards the end of my transaction.
Here's the thing. The ATM didn't release my card. I waited. And waited. And my card still didn't come out of the machine.
WHAT THE FISH? YOU DIDN'T RELEASE MY CARD YOU DUMB MACHINE! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO TAKE IT OUT OF YOUR DAMN HOLE?
"Hey, your card cannot come out right? My one also."
I turned around and looked at the uncle. A sudden fire raged within me. That sonofabeach knew that the machine was faulty but didn't tell me. He gestured for me to use the machine without warning me that the machine could be faulty. He saw me forcing the card into the card slot but didn't tell me anything. And now he is asking me a retarded question.
Shagged from last night's late night mugging. Woke up after less than 5 hours of sleep. Dead hungry but doesn't have the money to buy food. Want to withdraw cash but the damn-ed machines are throwing tantrums. And now, a bloody machine robbed me of my ATM card because some retarded uncle thought it would be amusing to land me in the same predicament as him.
I had a good mind to hurl my most potent vulgarities at him, short of physically hurling him into the ATM.
Goodness. I mean come on. If I am using an ATM and I found out that something is wrong about it, I would let the next user (if there is any) know that the machine is faulty. In fact, I believe most people would as well, except for a few sadistic psychobastard like this mofo in question. I will not stand there, pretending to text on my phone and see if the next user's card will get swallowed by the machine!
By the time these raging emotions went through my head, he was already on his phone with a banking officer. After explaining to her what his problem was, he offered to lend me his phone so that I can speak to the banking officer as well, instead of me having to call the bank personally.
You know, I really should have declined his offer. (Which is most probably just to disguise his innate evil self.)
After berating the banking officer (I was in a foul mood already), I handed back the phone to him and just walked off.
What. The. Fuck. That pathetic asshole wants me to thank him? Yeah sure. Thanks for making me lose my ATM card you KANNINABU HONG GAN CHAO CHEE BYE LAN JIAO!
I really, really had the thought of throwing a punch at him. No. Actually I wanted to kick him squarely in his groins.
And then, as if not happy that his attempt to get me to thank him resulted in a fierce glance instead:
Professor? OoooooHooooooHhhhhoooooooh. I. am. so. scared. so. terribly. scared. please. don't. punish. me. professor.
FUCK YOU LAH.
I am the fucking dictator of the new Fourth Reich who will take over the world in 50 years time and I will be coming after you personally, Professor.
On retrospect, its kind of amusing how he tried to intimidate me when he failed to make me comply. Sorry old man. You are nobody. At best, you are just a prick who ruined the start of a perfect day for me. And if you are really a professor, I suspect you are a phony one. Besides, you have no right to go lecture others when you can't even behave appropriately yourself.
With a flick of my finger, I turned away and continue with my mundane mugging for that day.
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