ATMs and What-Nots

So I was in a queue to use a cash deposit machine at a bank lobby. There were 2 machines. 1 was spoilt; the other still working. Needless to say, the crowd was lined up behind the working machine. The spoilt machine accepted passbook updates only.

One non-local Indian holding a stash of money in the middle of the queue (in front of me), looks at the spoilt machine and wonders why nobody is using it.

He leaves the queue to try his luck at the unused machine. He realises that the machine is spoilt, and looks around over his shoulder at the queue he had left just a few minutes earlier.

He walks back to the queue, and rejoins the queue at the position where he left.

Two Malay girls behind him confronted him, and tells him to rejoin the queue from the end of the line.

One Philippine woman notices the commotions. She is right in front of the non-local Indian man.

She turns around and chides the two girls, "No, he was queued up right behind me."

The non-local Indian pretends to not understand any word the girls are saying, and keeps quiet. He stays where he is in the queue, helped by the Philippine woman.

The Malay girls refuse to swallow their pride, and leaves the lobby.

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Right in front of the queue, using the machine was an auntie who looked to be in her 40s. She was listening to her personal audio player with a white pair of earphones.

She was trying to deposit cash, but the machines kept rejecting her notes.

So she kept on trying. For a full 5-7 (?) minutes.

The crowd behind her gets frustrated, and people start asking each other what the woman is doing.

One ah-beng dressed in construction worker boots shouts out for the woman to leave. He says, "Eh auntie, go away and use some other machine. Don't keep using this machine... blah blah blah blah..."

Another guy chips in and tells her to stop trying and give up and let other people use the cash deposit machine.

The ah-beng finishes off with, "...if you keep on trying like that, we all gonna sleep here tonight already..."

The woman took her rejected notes, having tried to re-deposit it for the umpteenth time, and stands in a corner, silent against the angry mob that has formed behind her.

I left after making a passbook update at the spoilt machine, before the commotion turned ugly.