Every damn time I thought about getting a photo at an ATM, it was at an ATM belonging to my own bank, when I went to get cash out. And the last thing I had any intention of doing was flashing my udders after having just left a data print proving it was me (especially given I would undoubtedly be on security camera).
So I needed to do two things:
- Use a different bank’s ATM
- Not get out cash
That’ll show ’em!
I had the delightful Delilah visiting this week, and I spent an evening showing her the delights (eg: the sex shops, adult cinemas and raunchy back rooms) of Karangahape Road in central Auckland. Naturally we took some photographs along the way!
So when we wandered past this ATM, my naughtiness and exhibitionism welled up. Yes, it was a very very busy road. But we could do this if we timed it right! It was placed between two intersections, so as long as one set of traffic had gone past and the other set was still waiting, no one would get distracted and crash… right?
Decided, we lingered and looked relatively unshady – me by the ATM and Delilah nearby with the camera – and were amused at the professional photography taking place in the shop directly across the road. We waited for the cars to zoom past in one direction, then the other direction, again and again until the timing came out right. And then we just had to laugh as we mis-timed my top lifting with her camera snapping, and (oh no!) we had to linger and wait and to do it all a second time.
But we got it!
And what a fantastically fun and full evening that was