On The Road
Traveling north on I-5 over the holiday
weekend passed a wondrous sight in the
slow lane:
Ablaze with Bank of America colors and
logos was a large paneled van/small
Winnebago.
Trundling along at a cautious fifty-five
miles an hour, it was a self-proclaimed
ATM.
Yep. Automated Teller Machine. Money chute
suitable capped.
Why? Possibilities sparked off the bright
B of A red and blue like lightning bolts — or
taser wires:
For the convenience of the same rural folk that
welcome the Bookmobile? For the crowds at that
music festival burning in the middle of nowhere?
Waiting in the parking lot of the honky-tonk
where people routinely out-drink cash on hand?
Thank you, banking geniuses, for now making it
possible to commit a car-jacking and a
bank robbery in one move.
WTF is that?
Tags: America, still the land of rare
opportunity.
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