Finding My Rent
There is an ATM in Manhattan around the corner from my apartment. It has a horrible design where the money gets stuck, and to the user, it seems like it never comes out. Really though, the money is there but hidden from view. It helps that I live near many bars so users are likely pretty inebriated when they’re trying to withdraw.
Anyway, before I go to work each morning, I stop by the ATM and collect. This ATM pays my rent.