You find your self huddled around a small electronic device; you hoard it and look feverishly at the others around you hoping to catch them in a brief moment where they look at you. Some do. What they see is a person hovering over this “machine” looking like a hungry animal over a five day-old rotten carcass. You look at them and say to your self, “wow, look at that person all c-backed over that” Then you chuckle to yourself and, of course, you don’t look into their eyes or at their hands…. oh never at the hands. If you look at their hands, you risk being called out… being called… whatever someone looks as a person inputting a pin number is called. Even the cashier pretends to do something for the measly 10 seconds, if your blind, it takes to input a pin. All of a sudden the cashier can get a days worth of work in that minuscule allotted time. The person in front of you seems for find a sudden interest in the ceiling tiles or in the carpet. “Is this Berber?” You wonder why nobody cares, shouts out their pin, i mean after all, they need your card do use your “secret” code of 5-4-3-2-1. And so the process repeats until you stand there all c backed over waiting to catch the unsuspecting man, woman or child looking at you while you input your pin. I mean after all if you do catch them peering over your shoulder you could call them… well anything, but most likely, you’ll walk away mumbling under your breath and telling your friends of the audacity of a 12 year old.
till next time!
