Jack Kursed
“John hated Chicago. They weren't joking when they called the place the Windy City. Cold, dirty, too many people. It was like the weather flowed across the United States, hit Chicago and the Great Lakes, and then dropped twenty degrees.
He fidgeted in his chair and checked his phone for the fourth time since stepping foot in the bank. Thirty minutes had passed. The twenty-first century was an amazing time. The world had increased its speed by a number John couldn't even begin to guess. Gone were... the sleepy days of the mid-twentieth century. Computers, the Internet, ATM machines, fast food. Technology ruled the day, yet he still waited in a chair at the bank.
He looked at the people around him to help kill his boredom. A grandmother with a toddler stood at the kiosk next to him, filling out a deposit slip. A woman in sweats leaned on the counter in front of a teller, withdrawing money. Judging by the look on her face and her body language, money wasn't looking so great. A security guard stood at the front door, hands in his pockets.MoreLess
He fidgeted in his chair and checked his phone for the fourth time since stepping foot in the bank. Thirty minutes had passed. The twenty-first century was an amazing time. The world had increased its speed by a number John couldn't even begin to guess. Gone were... the sleepy days of the mid-twentieth century. Computers, the Internet, ATM machines, fast food. Technology ruled the day, yet he still waited in a chair at the bank.
He looked at the people around him to help kill his boredom. A grandmother with a toddler stood at the kiosk next to him, filling out a deposit slip. A woman in sweats leaned on the counter in front of a teller, withdrawing money. Judging by the look on her face and her body language, money wasn't looking so great. A security guard stood at the front door, hands in his pockets.MoreLess
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