So there I was standing as the forth person in the line. Forward and forward, lesser and lesser ladies in the line. I waited and waited my turn. By the time I was the next person to operate, I turn around and there was this three guy standing in the line behind me. I was scary...Not that I want to judge a person by its cover but, you see, if you were me you'll do the same thing. They wore a tight shirt and a short pants. SMOKING.. Seriously, they look like terrorist. They even have friends in the car with them and it was park near the bank, just besides them. They were skinny like drug addicts. I was very very scared! Scared of being rob or something and I was ALONE. So I think of a way to go away to another bank. So I pretend that I was in a hurry by watching my watch every second. Then I start sighing and left the place. I hated how I feel. Then I met a group of friends and it was my biggest relief. They even offer me a ride back to campus. But, well I still need to take out some money and I asked them to be alert on my calls and messages. Good thing that God was there for me.
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