“Sorry. Just having one of those days, you know?”
The robotic teller recognized the man at the end of the hall. How rude, it thought, can’t he see we’re busy. (No wonder he’s such a bad customer.) Before the robotic teller could start yelling, it paused. Deep in its processor it felt a tingling. A sense that a big event was about to happen, right here in front of it. This was the beginning of something life changing.
