In my frustration, I pulled away slowly, leaving my ATM card in the machine.
But I backed up into the narrow ATM aisle since no one was in line behind me.
Now, I won’t go into my backing issues. But lets just say I am not a good backer-upper.
I know many of you are related to me. We’re like family. And that’s why I’m sharing. You can warn people too. But my shirt is occupied. You’ll have to get your own.
And if you are bold enough to wear one, all profits go to The Persecuted Church.
Once I got home, I noticed the fender of my car.