The Magic ATM Machine
<p>I went to get cash from an ATM on Market Street in San Francisco. Two machines in the room; one being used and the other said <em>“out of order”</em>.</p>
<p>While waiting for the good machine I observed a homeless-looking old man walking… slowly, painfully… down the other side of the street.</p>
<p>Suddenly the out-of-order machine spat out a twenty. Just two of us there, me and the guy on the good machine.</p>
<p>I took the $20, held it up and said: <em>“Is this anybody’s?”</em></p>
<p>The other guy looked strangely at me.</p>
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