After a great night out, watching the game and getting pretty drunk afterwards, I went to the ATM and it wasn't accepting my card. I went to another and it also didn't. I then noticed somebody following me to each ATM. Freaked me out. I did start to panic a little as he was much bigger than me and I am a softie. He tapped on my shoulder...
Turns out, none of the ATM's were working for anybody
This meant I had to walk home, which takes about an hour. I had enough for a small pizza though. It was outstanding. But I must admit, one of the slices sort of kinda nearly fell off the top of the box and burnt my finger when I successfully saved it from the floor.
Ouchie finger club going strong.