ATM lines are supposed to be fast. It was January. He’d been shivering in line for 15 minutes. The woman at the ATM was a flurry of activity. She repeatedly shoved envelopes, pushed buttons, and grabbed receipts. A chilled brunette ahead of him hugged herself against the wind. He opined, “I expected trouble when people could get mortgages at ATMs.”
She looked back at him and smiled. “Bet you a coffee she won’t be done in 5 minutes,” she rejoined.
“You’re on! It has to be a good cup of coffee.”
“I know a place.”
The conversation and stopwatches started simultaneously.