Today an ATM machine stopped me dead in my tracks. How sad is that? I thought I’d swing by and pull out a little weekend cash before Jim made it home from work… sounds simple enough, right? Wrong. Because instead of being quick & easy-breezy, it turned into a 25 minute self-led lesson in exactly how ignorant I am.

The damn machine was in german (wow, go figure, huh?) without that nifty little ‘english’ button Deutsch Bank is considerate enough to provide me with when I bank online. Basically I had no idea what the hell I was doing. Now at this point a smart person would have called it a day and come back armed with a german/english dictionary, intrepreter, priest, something… but hey, no one ever accused ***this*** girl of being smart. Instead, I began to randomly push buttons hoping I’d recognize something eventually… or, barring that, have the machine spit prettily colored euros out at me.

And it did… eventually. In-between I’m fairly certain I applied for a home loan, became an organ donor and wired some money to Venezuela.

On this day..

• Malingering. - 2008
• I am not smarter than a 5th grader. - 2007
• tbif - 2006