ATM Blonde

"ATM Blonde"

I rode home with a female coworker (A blonde?)
about five years ago. I asked her to wait for me while
I used the ATM machine. She asked if I trusted "those
people."

"People *who*?" I asked?

She said, "The ATM operates by having a person inside
the box. Every time you put in your card, he takes it, looks
at it, and checks his paper files and folders for your
account number. Here he can find your PIN and check
the balance. This person then asks you to ENTER your PIN,
cross checks it, and if all matches, you can proceed. If not,
he keeps your card.

"If you ask for a statement, he types it from his books and
you get the printout. If you ask for a withdrawal, he checks
the balance and any restrictions, and if all is ok, gives you
the amount. He *then* calls all of the other branches and
ATMs, tells them how much you've withdrawn, so they can
update *their* books.

"Wonder where they find all those little people at??"

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"Blonde Painter"

It was a hot and humid August afternoon, when
I decided to visit my girl friend, Susie. Blonde,
beautiful and resourceful, Susie had decided to
repaint her kitchen herself instead of hiring a
professional.

I thought she might appreciate a break and brought
over some cold drinks and some sandwiches. When
I arrived, I found Susie working hard, painting the kitchen
walls. To my utter amazement, instead of wearing old
clothes, she was wearing her fur coat and her ski parka.
I asked her why she was dressed that way on such a
hot day.

She brought me the paint bucket and told me to read
the instructions. I did. There was the explanation for
me in black and white. It said..."For best results,
put on two coats."
Received on Thu Dec 16 09:56:57 2004