Terrorist!

Terrorist…
One rainy stormy day in Pune; Miss: Genius(now now.. it’s not me..) decides to go shopping.
If you come to Pune, you will see girls with faces veiled. Woho! It’s nothing to do with modesty; we just don’t want pollution to caress our smooth skin. (Initially someone had told me that ‘it’s a move against eve teasing!’ Consider that.)
So where were we?.. ya.. one rainy stormy.. whatever..
Miss brilliance apparently had not withdrawn any money from her own bank’s ATM.
So she steps into Citibank ATM.( Now the procedures are different for different ATM’s , and this poor girl was wet, dirty, haggard and not to mention, had a rickshaw waiting.)
In her hurry she forgot to swipe the card at the entrance, and had almost succeeded in bringing down the door. But ideas strike, and finally after 6 hurried worried swipes (using all possible edges of my.. ahem! her card – even tried the corners) the damn door clicked.
And surprise! Surprise! She tries the wrong side of the door. Once inside she fumbles with all possible slots (why the hell do they have more than one similar sized slot!) and then’s when the umbrella gets repelled from her. No physical phenomenon I assure, just the security guard trying to help her. Apparently not! He’s fully armed and wants to know whether she requires help (as if she was a first timer, duh!). 'Ma'am! please show your face'(Uh…mm…remember the scarf I was talking about) 'Please show yourself fully to the camera' (what the @###....&^&*!). Now, what you have is a fully armed man behind you and staring intently and you are supposed to type in your pin (damn! Why the hell don’t they provide a more eye catching alert? I was waiting for some dramatic prompt for the past 3 minutes and there it was lying as inconspicuous as a bug.Damn! Damn! The guy has shifted to a charging position). Well what do you know? She enters the amount five times before getting that right (or she thought!). Another transaction for the remaining amount. And then a request for receipt. Thank god it’s over! She charges out of the ATM centre. Oops! Forgot the stupid umbrella. Go get it. Ah! Got it! Damn! Charge back in again, grab the card and receipt just as the guy hoists his rifle in alarm. Charge back out with the hands held high up, and dive into the rickshaw. Forget the scarf. Let the guy keep it.