I fought the automatic teller and I won

I have had a few forays into the whole automatic teller field.  I am able to use the ones in Big W with no problem. I have with help managed the new ones at our Woolies at Blake's Crossing.  Today was a red letter day.  I pressed all the right spots of the screen, I weighed the fruit and asked for $50 out.  The machine obliged beautifully and I was so impressed with myself.  (Oh by the way the man in the garage told me not to use my everyday rewards card just to the get voucher on the bottom of the docket.  There is an on-going problem there somewhere.)  I left the supermarket full of my own hubris.  It is much fancier than swollen head.  Nothing like a posh word for having tickets on yourself.  Full of your own piss and importance.  See that is not anyway as good as having hubris.  Look in the dictionary you will find a picture of me.