The bank staff rushed to the scene and the middle-aged lady pulled the staff over, her face full of panic. "Your machine just called me mentally handicapped. The screen showed it just now, really! You have to believe me!"
The bank worker heaved a huge sigh. "Madam, can you not kid with us? We are very busy right now."
"What I'm saying is the truth! If you don't believe me, just take a look." The middle-aged lady tried to send the money over to the same bank account again, pointing at the screen.
"Just you wait, it'll appear in a while."
The bank worker shook his head, ready to call the mental institution to get the lady checked up. It was maybe also possible that this lady had escaped from the mental asylum.
The machine was processing.
"Lady, if you keep on…"
"F*ck!"
At that moment, the bank worker looked at the words on the ATM screen, stunned and speechless.
