Process Flow

I give to you an observation in eleventy-one words...

Her coifed faux strawberry hair bounced atop her head as she approached the ATM. She inserted a card, left it in the slot, waited. Nothing happened. She pulled it out, inserted it, left it. The machine indicated the card couldn’t be read. She tried another card. Inserted, waited… Extracted, inserted, waited... Same result. She moved to an adjacent machine, used the second card. Inserted. Waited… Extracted. Inserted. Waited... Same result again.

Her husband entered. ‘What’s the problem?’

‘It’s temperamental.’

‘Jesus Christ ,woman. We’re late.’ He stalked out.

Frustrated, she inserted the card, extracted it, then inserted it again. The machine requested her PIN.

‘Stupid machine,’ she grumbled.

‘Stupid people.’ I chuckled.