K fail: The ATM Incident

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23 days left in country and I still manage to pull stuff like this. It’s a wonder I’ve even survived this year. 

Today I was out shopping for a new external hard drive. I’d just struck a bargain at Yongsan Electronics market, but I had to go get cash from the slightly-sketchy ATM on the ground level. 

I had to get a weird amount out, so I put the number in manually instead of just hitting a button. 
I must have miscounted the 0’s because all of a sudden I was holding my entire bank account in my hands. Hands. Plural. 
Internet, I freaked out. 
I stood there trying to keep 10,000won notes from falling on the ground and trying to shield the whole debacle with my body, lest any of the middle-aged Korean men waiting to use the ATM suddenly decide to seize an opportunity. 

23 days left in country and I still manage to pull stuff like this. It’s a wonder I’ve even survived this year. 

Today I was out shopping for a new external hard drive. I’d just struck a bargain at Yongsan Electronics market, but I had to go get cash from the slightly-sketchy ATM on the ground level. 

I had to get a weird amount out, so I put the number in manually instead of just hitting a button. 
I must have miscounted the 0’s because all of a sudden I was holding my entire bank account in my hands. Hands. Plural. 
Internet, I freaked out. 
I stood there trying to keep 10,000won notes from falling on the ground and trying to shield the whole debacle with my body, lest any of the middle-aged Korean men waiting to use the ATM suddenly decide to seize an opportunity. 
Just then, I remembered that this particular ATM was run by my bank. You have to understand, I almost never find ATMs with my bank. They’re just not common. So to be standing at one in this building, at this moment, was nothing short of a minor miracle. 
I would like to take this opportunity to bestow my eternal love and devotion to the person who invented the “deposit” button. You, madame or sir, are my personal hero. 
I frantically stuck my card back in the machine and jabbed the “deposit” button, certain that it wasn’t going to work. My relief when that little metal door slid open was visceral. 
Without stopping to count my money, I shoved it all in and greedily accepted my receipt with my newly restored balance. 
When it was all over, I still had to get money to buy my hard drive. 
This time, I got one of the preset amounts.



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