She needs to draw money first.
We go the cash machine.
She inserts her card.
Puts in her pin.
Requests the amount she wants.
You guessed it.
Eventually, after huffing and puffing and almost blowing the cash machine down, she cancels the transaction, and begins to delve into the depths of her mind to try and remember if she has money in her account, or if she has put the wrong pin code in.
She looks down at her card.
And slowly walks off.
I hear a quiet chuckle. See a red face.
The chuckle gets louder. The face gets redder.
I say, ‘What’s going on?’
She holds up her card that she has been trying to get money out of the cash machine with.
It is her movie card. (With no added benefits of being able to draw money out of it)
And I’M the crazy one? I beg to differ 🙂