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A Brief Scary Moment....
Jan. 28th, 2009 06:40 amSo yesterday I left to go to visit the therapist. On the way out, I had to stop at an ATM, I needed some cash. There's one just around the corner from the apartment, about alfway up the block from the corner Starbucks.
So I round the corner by Starbucks, notice a guy panhandling by the door who doesn't seem altogether with it- mumbling oddly, looking kinda shifty-eyed, but don't really think much of it, like I said, half a block away, and he seems to be somewhat rooted to his spot under the overhang and (somewhat) away form the snow.
So I'm up at the ATM, took a quick glance around to make sure no one was too close by, insert my card, enter my pin and start doing my thing when suddenly, this guy is like two feet from me begging for money, all I could think was "Uh....uh...." I had already accessed my account and was at the point where you enter the amount you want on screen, and this guy is standing right beside me and for about half a second, all I could think about was getting robbed at gunpoint last year.
Thinking quickly, I remembered having some change in my coat pocket...so I reached in and fished it out, handed him some change and thankfully, that was the end of it.
Gah, and I thought it was creepy when I've encountered the people that sometimes like to hang out around the MTA ticket machines and demand change from people who clearly have just received some.
So I round the corner by Starbucks, notice a guy panhandling by the door who doesn't seem altogether with it- mumbling oddly, looking kinda shifty-eyed, but don't really think much of it, like I said, half a block away, and he seems to be somewhat rooted to his spot under the overhang and (somewhat) away form the snow.
So I'm up at the ATM, took a quick glance around to make sure no one was too close by, insert my card, enter my pin and start doing my thing when suddenly, this guy is like two feet from me begging for money, all I could think was "Uh....uh...." I had already accessed my account and was at the point where you enter the amount you want on screen, and this guy is standing right beside me and for about half a second, all I could think about was getting robbed at gunpoint last year.
Thinking quickly, I remembered having some change in my coat pocket...so I reached in and fished it out, handed him some change and thankfully, that was the end of it.
Gah, and I thought it was creepy when I've encountered the people that sometimes like to hang out around the MTA ticket machines and demand change from people who clearly have just received some.
