“ZZZZZZZT!” Nothing.

Yesterday (Wednesday, May 30, 2007) I had two small errands to perform on the way to the vaunted Canandaigua YMCA.
Both are along the way — it’s called shooting two birds with one stone.
One was to deposit mail into the drop-box at the Bloomfield post-office; a slight diversion from my route to the YMCA.
The second errand was to take cash out of our checking-account at the Canandaigua National Bank ATM across the street. This was so I could pay the Hairman cash.
I pulled slowly into the ATM-line. A fatish lady was standing out in the open — no car — working the machine.
Finally she walked away, money and receipt in hand, so I drove gingerly up to the machine, window down, card at the ready.
“Begin here. Insert card here.”
“ZZZZZZZT!” Nothing. Won’t take card.
Okay; turn card 180°.
“ZZZZZZZT!” Nothing.
Okay; flip card other way.
“ZZZZZZZT!” Nothing.
Okay; 180° from that.
Again: “ZZZZZZZT!” Nothing.
I glanced to make sure I was using the kerreck slot. This one disgorges the cash; this one discharges the receipt; and the card-slot is specifically marked: “insert card here.”
Thankfully an angry Granny wasn’t behind me laying on the horn.
A glitzy color-display came on the video-screen explaining EXACTLY how I should insert the card.
Again: “ZZZZZZZT!” Nothing.
I finally drove away.
I have better things to do than dork around with a wonky machine — or go inside.
I didn’t need that cash right away. I could always get it at the Honeoye-Falls ATM.
That there Bloomfield ATM has always worked in the past: I’ve used it “hunderds” of times.

“Hairman” is my hair-dresser.

“Honeoye Falls” and “Bloomfield” (nearby villages) are both equally distant; although west and east.

My macho blowhard brother-in-Boston, noisily insists “hundreds” is spelled “hunderds.”