The dim-looking kid, no more than 10, sprinted the last 3m and rushed in front of me while I was walking towards the ATM.
The Singaporean in me went: #$()!@*$()!#*
The sometimes-ozzie in me went: Ahh.. I’m in no rush anyway.
So I continued reading while waiting patiently behind him.
30 seconds later, I looked up, the kid clearly didn’t understand what was going on. At this point, I peeked at the parts of the screen visible to me.
60 seconds later, kid gives a sigh, and walks away.. empty handed.
He’d pressed the wrong pin no repeatedly and had his card retained by the ATM.
HA! Lady justice SMITES THEE!
