A few weeks ago (because I just rememberd this) I had needed to pull cash. So I find a Capital One ATM and try to use it.
Try being the operative word. Unlike any other ATM which immediately asks you for your PIN, this one ate my M&T Bank debit card... and waited there.
And waited...
And waited...
And then asked if I wanted Debit or Credit. WTF?!? I'm not at a grocery store. I'm not buying some already obsolete technology from a Best Buy Kiosk. Hell, I'm not getting snacks from a repurposed RedBox Grocery machine. I want CASH. MONEY. From MY ACCOUNT. And this Capital One ATM has the AUDACITY to ask for debit or credit?!? What's next? Wrapped in paper or plastic?
I told it to eject my card, which it did, after another long pause to contemplate life.
Samuel L. Jackson can kiss my damn ass if he keeps asking "What's in my wallet?" Because if they run that bank like they programmed that ATM, then the answer is "NOTHING FROM CAPITAL ONE!"
For reference, this was the ATM at 200 St. Paul Street, Baltimore, MD 21202.
Try being the operative word. Unlike any other ATM which immediately asks you for your PIN, this one ate my M&T Bank debit card... and waited there.
And waited...
And waited...
And then asked if I wanted Debit or Credit. WTF?!? I'm not at a grocery store. I'm not buying some already obsolete technology from a Best Buy Kiosk. Hell, I'm not getting snacks from a repurposed RedBox Grocery machine. I want CASH. MONEY. From MY ACCOUNT. And this Capital One ATM has the AUDACITY to ask for debit or credit?!? What's next? Wrapped in paper or plastic?
I told it to eject my card, which it did, after another long pause to contemplate life.
Samuel L. Jackson can kiss my damn ass if he keeps asking "What's in my wallet?" Because if they run that bank like they programmed that ATM, then the answer is "NOTHING FROM CAPITAL ONE!"
For reference, this was the ATM at 200 St. Paul Street, Baltimore, MD 21202.