Was I Wrong Telling the Person in Front of me at the ATM That it Wasn’t Working Because She Had to Withdraw $400 or Less?

I went to withdraw money from the ATM inside a grocery store. The older lady in front of me was there for awhile inserting her card, pushing buttons, taking out her card, then repeat 7 times or so.

After that 7th time, I watched what she was doing to see why it was taking so long. I noticed she was trying to withdraw $2K when the limit is $400.

I said from my position 10 ft or so away - Hey boo, punch in $400 or less and you’ll be able to withdraw your money.

Thats when she started screaming from the top of her lungs for security, asking me why I was looking at her transaction, she doesn’t feel safe, I must be an entitled bitch.

I just said - mam, I was trying to help you.

I finally gave up and started to exit when security started running towards us. I followed them a little ways back towards her just to say I was trying to help her, she needs to withdraw $400 or less to get her money.

They let me leave, I wasn’t arrested or questioned. But, I’m still trying to wrap my head around the whole situation.

I’m 40 yr old female, she was in her late 50’s/60’s. Most older women love me, but not this chick.

I probably shouldn’t have been looking at her transaction, but the dollar amount you’re requesting is displayed pretty prominently. Anyone could glance and see what the issue was.

On another note, what is up with all the Monkey flairs? What am I missing?

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