It had taken him weeks to scrape together the depressingly small wad of notes. He’d sold almost all of his possessions, and a couple of his mother’s.
He approached the machine, never trusting these things, missing the time when banks at least pretended to have customer service.
He inserted his card and entered his code, then pressed for loan repayment. He put the money into the waiting slot, and then it began to count.
Then the power went out.
On the plus side, the bank believed that he actually had the entire loan repayment in the machine at the time…