Street theater virtuoso.
I’m gonna go out on limb here and suggest he added an extra zero by mistake or something that was his own damn fault. Just saying…
Good thing he has a bunch of unwanted cash on hand.
Considering the age of the hardware in those things, I doubt they’re worth anything and probably expensive to recycle.
While the reaction was…classic florida man…it isn’t exactly beyond the realm of implausibility that the notably ethical people at Wells Fargo might consider working off the assumption that the ATM erred only because you were tampering with it to be the most convenient course of action.
It is also not exactly a stretch of the imagination to suppose that local law enforcement might, at very least, ruin your day and/or period until you can make bail more or less on the word of a respectable corporate person.
Attacking the machine is obviously counterproductive; but given how deeply unhelpful banks are, and the general tendency of organizational blame avoidance, I certainly wouldn’t want an ATM discrepancy tied to me. A hassle cleaning up for someone else’s mistake, at best; and some room to go downhill.
So, something doesn’t work as intended1) and the default reaction is mindless violence?
1) And as Hank already has pointed out, we can’t rule out that the ATM did dispense exactly the amount it was ordered to dispense.
Welcome to Florida. The further north you go, the deeper south you are.
Thanks, but I’ll pass.
For the time being, I’ll stick with watching from the other side of the pond.
I spent a few years in South Florida, and sometime later my father retired to a town north of Tampa. When we went to visit it seemed like a whole different state.
Same thing happens in my state, Washington. West of the Cascade mountains that run down the state and really, between the Cascades and Puget Sound, it’s metropolitan and very blue. High tech, urban life. East of the Cascades, it’s more rural, lower human density, and a desert.
I lived in Seattle for awhile in the late '80s. Drove through Spokane a couple of times and knew some people from there, it was a very different world. I hear it’s the same with Oregon.
Back in '86, I had a job in the central processing center for a bank. One of the jobs that ran every night was to print enough copies of everybody’s balance onto microfiche that they could be delivered to every branch every day so that people could access their accounts if access to the central computer went down.
$5,000 for a broken touch screen? Cop math.
Most of the ATMs I have used in the UK ask me if I want a receipt even if I had not selected the cash and receipt option (Which doesn’t ask again, if you are ever short on time)
Um… no. they have a free place to stay for a few days, thanks to a cousin’s apartment? Why would they be scientologists?
A reference to this perhaps?
Hey at least Washington and Florida have a split or a gradient. Here in Texas it’s more like little life rafts floating in a really BIG ocean of … everything you’ve ever thought about Texas.
Okay. No need to paint the entire place with such a broadbrush, maligning my family in the process, though.
Um. Okay.