Why do some women go to an ATM in a pack and chat and read and discuss everything it does or says,
you can spot 'em a mile away, either young slaggy looking ringtone bandits or an older pair of net curtain twitcher types, and if there's two machines and two queues, I will always go for the one they're not in, as they drive me fecking nuts, pecking away at the screen and talking about it like it's the biggest mystery they've ever encountered.

IT'S A FUCKING ATM, NOT A FUCKING JUKEBOX!!
( ..wil, Sun 4 May 2008, 13:45, Reply)