A Mini-Mall in Your ATM

New souped-up cash machines will soon sell you flowers, stamps, road maps and Lakers tickets

An ATM is the sort of machine that even a Luddite can love. You slide in a card, punch a few digits, and out spurts cash. It's so simple and elegant that--well, it's an affront to a dynamic capitalist society. And it's all about to change. Someday soon, when you just want to score five Andrew Jacksons so you can have dinner at that great little place that doesn't take Visa, you could find yourself in a very slow line behind people sending flowers to Mom or arguing over which seats to buy for the next Disney on Ice show.


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