Liquidity

It is unclear to me what is so very complicated about the automated teller machine. You stare. You pout. You let out a long lingering sigh. You roll your eyes and look around for commiseration (I supply only cold disinterest). Is it a language barrier? Are you using your triple A card? Are you mentally deficient? Or is it, as I fear, you just have nothing better to do with your time than to take up other people's valuable time. The machine whines in disgust against you with high-pitched sounds and flickers screens imploring you to use a human teller who may be able to decipher your request. You are a walking anachronism.