I was leaving work tonight and heading to dinner in Delhi with some friends. I need some cash because my ATM card/pseudo credit card doesn’t always work for whatever reason.
Anyway, I go into the vestibule thing (the only reason I know the definition of that word is from an episode of Friends … which ironically is the only show I watch these days since it’s always on... like seriously 24-hours a day) at the bank that is on the bottom floor of my building. I notice the rifle that the guard sitting in this little room usually has around him, is sitting on the ground next to the ATM. “That’s safe”. I seriously remember actually thinking to to myself when I saw the gun, “that guy is thinking there is no way this girl is going to grab that gun; I'll just leave it there".
So ... I request 2000 Rupees which is about $40, the machine gives me 300 rupees but keeps trying to give more cash for about 30 seconds ... but no cash is coming out. Then the receipt comes out and says that it gave me 400 rupees. So next thing I know, there are two guards right behind me (the gun in now around the one guy), the manager from the bank comes out and opens up the ATM machine to check it out ... I can see all of the money inside and so could anyone that happened to be looking in. I am thinking, um, “hey guy blocking the door with a gun around you… can I just scooch (no idea if that's even an actual word, or how to accurately spell it) out of here real quick.” Being in a small little glass room open to the outside, with about 30 people looking in, with an open ATM machine, and a guy with a gun seems slightly dangerous. BTW, I did try to move out and they grabbed me and told me "no."
Long story short, I survived, there was no robbery but I have to go back tomorrow to sort this out which should be an interesting process. Anyway, moral of the story … that’s India … even getting money out of the ATM on the way to dinner is an adventure!