Chimperoo Wrote:
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> So on my way home I stop in a 7-11 to use the ATM
> and grab some cash. There's a black lady using it,
> so I stand a few feet away to wait for her to
> finish. She's stabbing repeatedly at buttons over
> and over and over so much that I started wondering
> if there was some new policy where you had to
> write you own C++ code to make the thing work. All
> of a sudden she looks at me and says, "Where the
> dude run the sto' at?" I know what all those words
> mean individually, but I was having a hard time
> figuring out what they meant all put together.
> "What?" I ask?
>
> "Where be the dude that runs the sto' at? Dis
> ain't takin' mah numbahs. I keep pushing and it
> don't take mah PIN number."
>
> Everything about this confused me and all I could
> think to say was, "Uhhh, well, if I had to guess
> I'd say he's over there, behind the register,
> running the store, but I don't think he probably
> has the skills to fix whatever software/hardware
> problem is going on with a machine he doesn't own,
> and by they way 'PIN number' is redundant--it's
> just 'PIN'."
>
> Well, as you might guess, a class-4 chimpout
> ensued. It was like the Tasmanian devil spinning
> up. Her weave floated up in the air like a
> SuperSayan and weird babbling noises and spit
> started flying out of her. Fortunately, she was
> basically tied to the machine, I guess, because
> she'd already stuck her card in and she didn't
> want to move away from it. I just left the store
> to go find somewhere not so fuxxated, and I was
> going out the door it sounded like things were
> progressing to a class-5 hyper chimpout. Hopefully
> someone had a tranq gun or something to settle her
> down before she picked up the ATM and cast it into
> the Squishee machine.
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