don\'t tempt atm gods
As far as I can remember, my relationship with the physical world has been terrible.
Rules and restrictions are not suitable for me.
The idea that one plus one equals two always makes me disgusted.
I am very afraid of any communication, paperwork or people in the bank, and only when someone calls and shouts at me will I find out what is happening on my account.
My life is a constant fear, filled with a psychological complex that stems from my illness.
During the day, I did not dare to pass through the ganha mall in downtown Tel Aviv.
This is to avoid the possibility that I will meet an employee of my bank.
I put the money in the envelope in the middle of the night.
Shortly after the bank opened, I never answered calls from unknown callers in the morning.
At atm\'s \"shema\", the fixtures I recently developed are the most pitiful.
Every time I withdraw money from an ATM, I recite \"Shema Yisrael \".
\"It\'s a foreplay that lets things relax so that they come back no matter what happens. To our story. Me.
Wednesday night
Located in the center of Tel Aviv. ATM.
Nothing special is written on the screen.
Hearing moving mechanical noise heralds the return of my bank card and the release of cash.
But suddenly, the word \"please insert your card\" appears inexplicably on the screen.
Before I fully understand the horror of what is going on, the machine spit out a bank card printed with \"your card will be returned to you at the branch. I nearly cried.
I only have 50 shekels (about USD 11)
Two cigarettes, no one spoke, and I don\'t understand what happened.
On the one hand, it is not logical for the ATM to swallow my card without the bank staff yelling at me in advance.
On the other hand, my normal overdraft.
In the third respect, there is nothing abnormal.
Idol worship I am tortured by the original survival instinct, just like unexpected hunger --
Response to the feeling of helplessness trapped in no way.
After the movie, my plan is to go out for dinner.
There is only mineral water and a variety of wet towels and biscuits. Meager living.
I canceled the movie.
The last thing I want to do now is sit in the dark and watch Jeremy Aines screw Annette Benin.
I can only take so much.
So I did what I always do in times of distress: idol worship.
How beautiful it is to have friends connected with the spiritual world.
The tarot card she showed had three cups.
Everything is fine.
Still, I had a nightmare night.
The next day I found out at the bank that my tarot friend was right.
ATM not only swallowed my card because of technical failure, but also returned it to me, and my overdraft also shrank.
Yes, it takes \"up to a week\" to get the card back because it first goes through the \"ATM center \"--
God knows what this means.
But I am happy to make the necessary arrangements.
I accepted the loan for an emergency, ordered the check, even ordered another credit card, and because it was ready in a few days, I didn\'t need to show up in the bank.
I called my spiritual friend and told her the card was correct and the international complaint day was over.
She told me about karma, the collective oppression of the prototype male characters against women, and our war against the male monopoly.
I have a less feminist solution to this riddle.
I was on the phone that night when I approached the ATM.
I decided not to end the conversation and recite my regular prayers, but to abandon my attachment and temptation to fate.
I pulled a Bonnie and Clyde at the ceremony to protect me, like a horny prisoner just released from prison, and I rudely stuffed the ATM card into the coin
It\'s not surprising that this has awakened the cosmic hormones to attack me.
Sin and Punishment
Digital version. The sin -
Disrespect and lack of effort in the previous play.
Punishment-
A small reminder of my position in the food chain.
I have learned the lesson.