Mar182012
A broken ATM and a girl
Sunday, March 18th, 2012 at 10:30 pm by bekzhanThis is the story of how I met someone. I will tell it in the third person, because I am shy.
A man who fixes ATMs got a call: the machine at the Ayyubov street branch has a card jam. He came. A young woman from the bank was standing next to the machine, with her arms crossed, looking at it as if it had insulted her mother. He opened the machine. He took out a card. It was hers. She said: "Thank you." He said: "It was in the slot." She said: "I know where it was."
Reader, we have since had four more incidents on that machine. All deliberate.
brat. you wrote this like a police report
Good story. Marry her.