Yesterday, as I was in line to get to the ATM, I met a woman who had NEVER USED AN ATM BEFORE IN HER ENTIRE LIFE. She looked like she was at least in her 80's. The bank was closed (and has been for several weeks), but she tried for around ten minutes to open the door, but just kind of holding on to the handle, but not really pulling. When someone told her that the bank was closed, and that she could get money from the ATM, she confusedly said OK, and then proceeded to watch the person at the machine very closely, ostensibly to see how this machine operated. She started looking through her wallet for a card to use (the man at the machine had told her she needed a bank card, otherwise I don't think she would have made it this far), and pulled out a piece of white cardstock paper with her account info written on it in pen. "Can I use this?" she asked me.
"I don't think so," I replied. She slowly left the room, apparently to find the neighborhood apothecary. I need a new bottle of Dr. Miles' Nervine Pills, she thought. The world's never moved so fast.
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