The Little Irritations of Life #1

I enjoy order.  I like straight lines.  And I like things in their place, where I know where to find them.  In a world ruled by entropy, I like to assert my small right of individuality by tidying things up.

So, in my ordered Utopia, a persistent source of annoyance for me is the inability of cash machines to dispense notes all facing in the same direction.  Surely it should not be beyond the machine-mind to perform this relatively simple task?  And yet it is left to me, to sort and shuffle, and organise and collate, before I can transfer the notes, which have been expelled from the machine in such violent chaos into my wallet in a state of tranquil harmony.

ten pounds notes

Of course, it is not the machine to blame.  It is the person loading the machine in the first place.

Who is this faceless anarchist?

© Simon Turner-Tree

STT-shaking-fist

Simon Turner-Tree continues to rail against the machine.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s