So, I had the strap in my hand and was rising, when my eye happened to fall on the tiny, scratched and dirty window this company saw fit to describe as a user-friendly interface, and on the little slot where you feed in your card. You know, where you have to push it in about fifty times and it chokes and spits your card back at you in a sulk.
Not only had the old lady forgotten her purse, but she had walked away without taking out her card. And, as far as I could make out through the pitted, grimy trenches on the screen, the weirdest message had come up.
My arm rose, my hand reached, my fingers met and I drew out the card. I wasn't even looking at what I was doing, I was trying to make out the strange symbols and patterns, but as soon as the card was out...
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