Ma’am, that’s not a piano

Everytime I go to an ATM there’s a line and some certain kind of people who are able to find the core of less than nice feelings.

There’s always that guy who -according to himself- can solve all of the problems in our country.

There is also that person who is in the line waiting for any excuse to start a fight. This one is craving for yelling at someone.

But, the most hideous of them all is the one who thinks the ATM is a piano and he or she has to embody Liberace for 15 minutes while you wait thinking in how difficult using an ATM could be.

Please, stop pushing all those buttons.