BlueTegu’s Weblog

Ok, here it goes. I took my son to the dentist, parked the car near the clinic, with the intention that while he is being treated I’ll go and draw money from the nearest ATM. I needed 3000 in cash for the last payment on his braces. It was a hot day and the nearest ATM was 10 minutes away. The ATM cash withdrawal preset options goes up to 2500, but it also provides the option to specify other amounts. I chose to withdraw 4000. After doing some churning noises the ATM machine spitted out my credit card without any cash. I tried to draw 3000 or try to 2500 preset option but with no avail. It was getting late. I decided to go a bit further to try the ATM at my bank. The ATM at that bank told me that I have already withdrawn the maximum for today. I printed my account activity report, and there it was, I just withdrew 4000. That is not good. I probably need to call someone at the bank to clear this up. But first let’s make sure that the 4000 didn’t just pop out at the first ATM machine.

While going back I remembered that I had my car keys with me in my hand. They weren’t in my pockets. I turned my bag inside out but no keys. I went back to my bank’s ATM but nothing. No keys at the ATM machine nor at the automatic account query machine. No one has seen the keys. It is hot outside. Sweat is running down my neck. It is getting late. I go back to the first ATM but nothing, no keys. I look inside my bag again, taking out each item and placing it in my pockets, but nothing. Great, I’ll have to call my wife to take a taxi and bring the spare keys. Everything is going my way. While I’m feeling as low as possible a strange thought comes to my mind; If there is God the car keys will pop out somehow. I look at my pockets again, but nothing. The bank door is closed but behind it I can see a guard sitting on his stool. He opens to door for two women going out of the bank. I quickly hold the door before he closes it and ask about the keys. Amazingly he hands them out to me saying someone has just found it and gave it to him.

It is very hot. I stride back to the dentist. I’ll have to pay him for the braces some other time. Surprisingly I’m happy. I called for divine intervention and there it was, quick and clear. It kept me smiling while I was waiting for my son in the clinic. I told my son what has just happened. He did ask whether it meant I will no longer eat shrimps (I failed to mention I’m a secular Jew). I don’t think I’ll go that far, at least not immediately.