That awkward moment when you get a dividend check from the nonprofit that you work for (which happens once or twice a year), which in the past has always been a cut check rather than direct deposit, as are the normal paychecks. So out of habit, you go to the bank to put it in your account and you can't figure out why the ATM won't accept it. Then you go to the teller to deposit the check, and she tells you that it was direct deposited, and she looks at you in such a way that you can tell she pities you slightly because she thinks that you can't read.