Spite Right

The ATM was completing the transaction.

It spit out my card, followed by the transaction receipt. Two seconds later the slide opened and fed out the cash.

As I pulled the bills free, the impatient jerk behind me reached around and tried to put his card in the slot.

"Do you mind?" I asked, as I tucked the cash in my wallet.

I'm not spiteful, but I was tempted to insert my card again, take my time checking the balance, and request a printout of my statement.

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