Saturday morning is the morning that people go out shopping and divide tasks. Now, if you fetch groceries, I'll go to the butcher; those kinds of things. The same goes for money. This morning I was in line just behind a woman that took out two debit-cards and subsequently got some money from her own account and some more from the other/for the husband (using a pin that she is not supposed to know).
Or she had just succesfully robbed someone, but somehow that seemed unlikely to me.
