Well that's just peachy

Well that's just peachy

After waking up at 8 AM, working, and getting home at 1 AM, I stopped by my local Bank of America to deposit a fat check I'd received in the mail yesterday. I swung by the back ATMs first. All of them were temporarily out of service. So I went around front. I inserted my card, punched the buttons, slid in the envelope, grabbed my receipt, and waited for the machine to spit out my card.

But it was like, "It's stuck!"
And I was all like, "Dude, gimme my card!"
And it was like, "I'm trying. It's like caught or something."
And I was like, "I need that shit, man. That's my meal ticket."
And it was like, "I hear ya, bro, but it's not coming out."
And I was like, "Stop fucking around, dude. That's not cool, messing with a guy's cash flow."
And it was like, "...uh-oh..."
And I was like, "What?"
And it was like, "Shit..."
And I was like, "What?"
And it was like, "I swallowed it, dude."
And I was like, "What?"
And it was like," I swallowed your card, dude."
And I was like, "On a deposit?"
And it was like, "Please enter your card."
And I was like, "Fuck that."

Then I walked away. I was too tired to be angry. Then I got home and into the elevator and pushed the button for the garage even though I live on the third floor. Le groan. Hour drives to and from work are the not coolest thing ever, neither are 15 hour days. They affect my thingy...vocabulary...thing...

*thunk*

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