Danforth’s Shapely, Shiny Show

Alerted by the sound of enthusiastic woo-hooing, I got out my camera at the corner of Danforth and Coxwell this afternoon.


A bevy of golden girls poured out of a savings bank, to be filmed for a promotion offering to chop ATM fees.

Woo-Hoo! I have never used an ATM machine in my life. I swore off them in the 1980s when one of the big banks treated a victimized customer badly. “Our system is uncrackable,” they said. “You gave away your PIN number to someone,” they said. “A member of your family must have stolen your money,” they said. “You are S.O.L,” they said.

“You can keep your insults AND your ATM machines,” I decided.

Since then, of course, the banks have learned not to make enemies of victims and just pay off losses, covering their costs with usurious fees. I still haven’t paid an ATM fee, following my plan.