At the Other End ...

... of the spectrum of linguistic competence, this notice I found taped to a malfunctioning bank machine in Coronation Plaza.

In a way, you have to pay tribute to the work that went into the composition of this notice. You can almost hear the gears turning in the author's mind, as more formulaic options such as "Not Working" or "Out of Order" signally failed to present themselves. So carefully specified are space, time, and the existential salience of the "promblem" that, in the end, there was only enough energy left over for a singular "thank."

It's too bad. I really needed to update my passbook.