Thursday, May 12, 2005

My wife. Teacher.

As we stood outside the bank this morning waiting to get money from the cash machine, an old woman approached and asked my wife if she could help her.
"My daughter usually does this for me," she said.
"That's alright. Do you have your card?"
"Yes. Here."
"Why don't you put it in the machine, here. OK, now put in your number. Do you know your number?"
"Yes. Where do I put it?"
"Here on the number pad, see? That's it. Now press Latvian. How much money do you want?"
"Fifty lats."
"Then press here. Do you want a receipt?"
"I guess not."
"OK, take your money and don't forget your card. That's it."
"Thank you for teaching me."


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