Dilbert: Im getting performance anxiety at the automated teller machine.
I feel the impatient glare of the stranger behind me.
I try to prove competent by speeding through the menus.
Good Lord, I hit the mandarin chinese language option.
Oh no! I think I transferred my life savings to the "United way"
Great...now his truck eyeballs are stuck to the back of my neck.
This is exactly why I hate going to the automated teller.
Dogbert: I think a little "visine" would make him slide right off.
Dilbert: There was a time I could afford that...