[ WP ] You have an ATM that gives you the exact amount of money you need to survive for the day , how you spend it is your choice . Today you are given $ 70,000,000 .

Ever since I was a teenager, the new ATM system was in place. You would insert your card and enter your pin, and a whirring of cash would sound as a stack of bills would start to appear in the ATM tray. Sometimes I'd wake up around 3pm, and I'd get forty bucks and all I would do is order pizza or head to the pub. Other days a few hundred dollars would appear and on my way to the movies ( strip club ) my car would break down. As the years passed, it became more like a curse, as you'd start to wonder how badly your day would be. Days where you only got five dollars were the dream days, as it meant you were set for the day, and the ones where cash piled up you were filled with a sense of dread, becoming riddled with anxiety as you contemplated what situation you'd have to get yourself out of. 
 
 For the past three days I've been replaying the last day I withdrew my cash. Four hundred dollars. I could n't figure out what I was supposed to have done. I've been begging my doctors to let me go downstairs and use the ATM in the lobby, but they just kept telling me there would be time for that later. I was hit by a bus as I put my wallet away, and I've been in the hospital for what felt like forever. Apparently, medical bills were a part of my future. Finally, I've been told it was my checkout day. I fill out the paperwork for my release and enter in all of my relevant information. 
 
 Name. Date of Birth. Social. Home Address. Insurance provider. All standard stuff. I manage to fill it all out and as I read the last line I let out an annoyed groan. 
 
 Copay: $ 400. 
 
 I did n't even notice that the date was n't just a week later as it had felt to me. It was fifty years later. I missed my entire adult life. I guess the days where you do n't get any cash from the ATM were n't that glorious after all. In tears, I reach the ATM, wondering how this day could get any worse. After I insert my card, the machine rudely buzzes at me and drops out a receipt. 
 
 CARD EXPIRED. 
 
 No amount of cash would help me make it through this day. I decided to sit on the bench outside as I imagined how today would be my last day on earth. Oh well, at least I wo n't be a slave to the ATM any longer.
