Yesterday, my H and I stopped to get money at the bank's ATM.
I held the door for the lady coming up behind us. She said Thanks but then proceeded to loudly tap her foot and dramatically sigh the entire 2 minutes it took for him to get his money, the machine to reset and allow me to put my card in and me to get my money, reset and let me buy stamps.
Is it an unwritten rule of ATMs that if there is more than 1 person in your party, you let a stranger go between you? Since it wouldn't let me get my stamps and take money out in 1 transaction, was I supposed to get back in line behind her instead of doing back-to-back swipes?
Has society become so impatient that it's normal to dramatically sigh the second you start standing in line or was she judging us for being married and having separate checking accounts?
Re: ATM Etiquette?
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I hate impatient people. Foot tapping (and it's cousin, horn honking) are my pet peeves.
Is it a vestibule style ATM? If so, I thought it was the polite thing not to go in until the last person was done using it. Maybe it's because I'm usually going before work while it's dark out, but I appreciate that people wait until I'm done to go in, and I do the same.
The nerve!
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Me too. Especially now when my bank no longer needs envelopes for deposits.
The same applies to any card-based transaction. I was at the store the other day and the cashier asked if I wanted my bottle of water out of the bag so I stepped forward to grab it. Biitch in line behind me stepped up, too, to stand directly in front of the card swiper. I took a step back because I was going to use my debit card to pay, and accidentally stepped on her. Biitch, you shouldn't be hanging out that far up anyway! She huffed and sighed and stood practically on my ass the rest of the time. I so wanted to elbow her, but it was Walmart and most of the patrons are scary looking and do not look like they'd hesitate to coldcock me.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
People are impatient. When they are a-holes about it I take twice as long.
I think you should have a horn expiration. Like, you get ____minutes of horn honking life or _____total honks in the total life of the horn before you have to reload, I am not sure which is more pracitcal.
Hrm. I vote for the second option, though I do like the "boy who honked wolf" aspect of the first. Oh no, a minivan is changing lanes right into you? Too bad you used up all your honking 10 years ago.
Husbands should be like Kleenex: Soft, strong, and disposable.
Baton Rouge has made me a honker. You have to be if you don't want to get killed. But I'm not an abuser, I swear!
Plus my car's horn sound like a muppet, so it's more cute than anything.
The nerve!
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You would hate my husband then.
ATM Etiquette 101: Pre-game enema
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Thank you Lindsay. I felt awkward I was the only pervert that assumed that was the kind of etiquette she was talking about before I opened the post.
For less then ten cents a day, you can feed a hungry child.
Lindsay confused me at first then made me snort when it sunk in. I thought the appropriate abbreviation for that was A2M and surprisingly that term came up in dog park conversation last night.