I have ATM banking down cold, or at least I did until Saturday morning, when I set out to deposit a check and some cash. The bank requires you to fill out a bank deposit slip (from your checkbook) and then put that and the checks and cash into an envelope for insertion into the machine.
So I drove up to the ATM, put in my card, punched in my code, and . . . HUH? WHAT? BUT . . . the bank had changed its ATM. Now I was supposed to forget about envelopes and bank deposit slips and just put the checks (as many as 50 at a time!) and the bills (same deal: 50 of any combination) into the machine.
Incredulous, and not a little worried about putting a $175 check, a $50 bill and a $100 bill into the maw of the machine without some assurance that, yes, it was going to work, I cancelled the transaction and drove off. Perhaps there was another machine in town that was still using the old tried-and-true system, and I could just insert that envelope just as before. Nope. Not at the second branch or the third or the fourth.
So I gave in to the new technology, inserting the check as instructed, all by itself. The machine scanned the check, determined that it was for $175, and gave me a receipt that included a scanned image of the check. Whoa.
So far so good.
Then I tried the bills, starting with the $50 in case something screwed up. Nope. It recognized the $50. When I went through the sequence again with the $100 bill, the ATM gently scolded me, saying "next time load all your cash at once." But it worked.
So I am technically savvy once more.
At some point, though, and probably not too far off, I am going to refuse the next technology and just drive off--or fall and not get up. What leads me to this conclusion is that during the entire banking process, I had an almost uncontrollable urge to smack that ATM with my cane. And I don't own a cane.