Nothing could bring out the most basic instinct than a lost in normality. Consider the following, the ATM ate my bank card today. How do I react, madly punching the buttons in the futile hope of the machine rejecting the above mentioned card. But really, what kind of fool thinks the ATM is going to do this. This Fool!
After awaiting an agonizing three hours, first for the bank to open (wow, those banker hours are great!) and second for my morning clinic to be finished, I finally get to the branch office and licky split, the teller issues me a new card. I check my balance and everything is in order. Anxiety relieved.
Now, why all this fuss over the lost of bank card. It's not like there's much to take from the account anyway. Sometimes I just can't account for where my money goes. Just a plain reflection on the financial materialism that dominates my life. In my good old student days, this was a passing thought.
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