Sometimes you’ve just got to laugh

The other morning, I was preparing to go to my sewing class. As usual time got away from me and I was running late – again. Even with the best intentions on a Saturday morning, I always manage to run that few minutes late.
As I was about to leave, I realised that I didn’t have enough money in my purse and needed to detour to the ATM.

Arriving down town, I spied a parking spot and claimed it for myself. Unfortunately the car in front of me must have claimed it a second earlier. This left one other spot that required me to do a reverse parallel park. There are some things I know I can’t do and reverse parking is one of them. In the spot before me was a beautiful, shiny Harley. Occupying the space behindΒ  was a farm ute. I figured if I was going to mess up (heaven forbid), it had better be with the ute.
It took me quite a bit of maneuvering under the extremely watchful eye of a heavily tattooed, bearded, leather-clad bikie standing with his arms crossed across his chest to finally park my car. There was no way on earth I was going to even go close to his bike if I could help it!
Looking at my watch, I now realised that I was late so I grabbed my purse and dashed up to the ATM. Opening my purse, a gust of wind blew every receipt (that I had been promising myself for ages to dispose of) into the alley between the bank and a cafe. Racing to pick up those small pieces of paper, I swooped upon each one in succession. I had one piece of paper left to retrieve (a blue sticky note with the name of some great wines on it). As I bent to claim it, the wind blew it from my grasp. Racing forward a couple of metres, I bent down and put my hand out once more. The wind had other ideas and blew it off once more. This scenario was repeated twice more before I finally caught the blasted thing and stuffed back into my purse.
Walking back to the ATM, I put my card in but it wouldn’t take it. Checking to make sure the card was okay, I tried once more.
Once more, it refused to accept my card.
It was then I read the screen and realised that the ATM was out of order.
Racing back to my car (still under the watchful eye of a vigilant Harley owner), I gingerly pulled out into the traffic and drove up around the corner to another bank ATM.
Putting my card in, a message popped up on screen “$3 transaction fee. Press OK to continue”.
I just burst out laughing.
What else could I do?


46 thoughts on “Sometimes you’ve just got to laugh

  1. I can imagine his expression and thoughts as he watched you. I’m sure he got a kick out of it, especially seeing as how his bike was unharmed in the process.


      1. ….and to share my antics of today, while changing the roll of toilet paper, I dropped the little holder thingy in the toilet–before I flushed. Also, I read that Listerine mouthwash would take the itch away from a mosquito bite, so I thought I’d give it a try. I grabbed a tissue, and instead of tilting the bottle to get a little mouthwash on the tissue, I shook the bottle. Yeah, it went everywhere but the tissue.


  2. Isn’t it funny how once you’re running late, it seems everything and anything that can slow you down will happen.

    I’m terrible at parallel parking. I avoid it all costs. Last week my mom had to stand outside the car and direct me safely into the spot. It only took twenty or so attempts to get close enough to the curb.


  3. Don’t we all have days like that? And as a Harley rider, I’m going to apologise for yer man who just stood and glared when clearly he could have gone off quickly and let you have more room!


      1. Seriously, it doesn’t take much to move a bike. Yeah they are heavy but if you can’t roll it under leg-power you shouldn’t be driving it! Much less giving the stink-eye to a stranger in a panic. Ah well, some people would rather just be ornery, as my mom would say πŸ™‚


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