One time I was lined up for an ATM at the Back Alley, and the guy in front of me was getting real frustrated and kicked the machine and walked away. Instead of assuming the machine was broken, I assumed he was just broke, since he was at the Back Alley.
Anyway, just as I was getting up to the machine and about to put my card in, it spits out $300. Buddy was nowhere to be found.
I don't think I've ever left a bar so fast in my life.
But I don't really have any relevant advice for getting ripped off by the ATM. Just felt like sharing my story of good fortune and dishonesty.
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