Bum bum bum bum...bum bum bum bum BUMMMMMMMM. BUM bum BUM bum...
After work it was after 11pm when, for the first time, I drove to the Bank of the West ATM in Santa Rosa (as opposed to my former regular in Rohnert Park). There, I was delayed by Santa Clause dressed as a bum trying to work the only ATM while I waited patiently in my car, pretending to be studying something so as not to appear to be waiting for him. After 5 minutes, and with numerous lights flashing in anger at his errors, he finally put the card into the right slot and when it was accepted, he raised his arms like he'd witnessed a miracle. If the ATM were a willing girl, she may have felt the same. But now he had menus to follow and just as soon as he'd leaned back in exultation, he was back hunched over and frowning. So I left him fumbling there and went shopping; he was gone when I returned 20 minutes later.