Today i got a real wake up call as to how controled our lives are by technology, and how a little peice of plastic is far to important. I am a student at bishop's university, and my reading week just started. Everything was going well... my room was clean my things were packed, my parents were ready to pick me up when i got home, to ottawa. My plan was to take a 10 am bus from sherbrooke to Ottawa, be home by 4 and then go skiing for the night. I had no cash, so i had to go to the bank machine to get some money so i could get a cab to the bus station. I walked out of my rez and towards the Sub building where the ATM resides. On my way a lone crow in the top of a very tall and dead looking tree starts to Caw at me. Iv always been a little superstitous about crows, and its never good luck when one caws at you. Nothing good ever comes from it. I put my card into the ATM, the green light under the card slot was on indicating that it was safe to insert my card, which i did. I then looked to see which button to push to make my withdrawl. At that very moment the ATM machine's screen went black. I started to press all the buttons and pleading outloud with the machine, begging it to return my card. With out my card, i wouldnt be able to afford a bus ticket home. Fuck. No buttons i push are helping. after 10 munites of pressing the same buttons and kicking the same spot on the ATM machine, I go to campus secruity to see if they can do anything. They say they cant do anything and that no one will be able to fix the machine till monday or tuesday. Double fuck. They suggest i go to the bank in town and get a replacment card in this condencending tone, as if i was too dumb to have thought of it already. I start to make the walk into town. Its bitter cold, my nose is running and my cheeks are stinging against the wind. 15 minutes later i arive at my destonation, thr Royal Bank in Lennoxville. I walk up the stairs and threw the first set of doors. I reached out and tried to open the inner doors, but they are locked. I look at the 'hours of opperation' plaque next to the door. 'samedi- fermé dimanche - fermé'. I dont know alot of french, but i know that the bank wont be open again till monday. Fuck three times. I trun around and begin the long walk back to my room. Iv missed the 10 am bus now. My only hope now is my piggy bank, Maybe somehow iv managed to save 60 dollars worth of change since the beginning of the year, its a long shot but it was my only real hope at the time (I was also beating myself up for not thinking that about it earlier when all i need was money for the cab. Fuck.) I get back to my dorm room and search threw the papers in my drawer for the old plastic cracker jar with a hole cut in the side big enough to fit a toonie. I find it under an old school newpaper which proclaims 'Frosh week Outdone' with a picture of me painted completly purple on the cover. I unscrew the top of the piggy bank and start to cound the money. 33 dollars. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. i think thats a septupal fuck. Its enough to cover the cab to the bus station, but still 27 dollars short of a bus home to my (long lost)ski's and the skihills. My only hope now lies in finding an old 20 dollar bill in the pocket of my skijacket (which i search to no avail) or the only other person i know on campus being able to lend me some money. I have yet to get ahold of him, but im still trying and im hopeing he can spot me 30 or 40 dollars so i can get home to good, not fried food and my ski's. All of this because of a little peice of plastic and a metalic box that wont do what its supposed to. When did we become so depending on things to unreliable? how could something like this happen in todays society of failsafes and technoligies to advance our convience? I let you know how it turns out. Ottawa tonight or Bust.
Like a virgin on promnight!
-Thom Savery
please pardon the cacography
----------->Capital.City.Rider.
--->Phunkin.Phatt.Phreerider.
'naahhmahhnahhhahhh ... i mean ... the weekend of monday'
'Go down to the bottom bunk and finish it yourself'
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