When I woke up this morning, I had the blissful joy of thinking that I didn’t even have to leave the house today. I had everything I could possibly want for lunch, a Graze box on its way for nibbles and the lure of Tesco’s and something crap to eat was far out of my mind.
About two hours later I realised that I had no bus fare for tomorrow and, rather than leave the house earlier than needed to get some cash in the morning, I should stroll on to the cash machine, get some money and come home.
Which is how I came to find myself in Gregg’s purchasing a cheese and bacon wrap. £1.55 for a bit of folded over pastry, some cheese and a pot luck piece of bacon – it may be thick, thin, fatty, streaky, lean. It’s really nice if you don’t stop to think about it too much, or let your mouth register the texture of the bacon for too long.
Anyway, while I was getting that a man to my left was buying his lunch by card. The baked goods disemination operative had, for some reason, taken his card off him and was waving it round in front of the contactless paypoint.
For a long time.
“I don’t think we can accept this,” she said. “Can we accept this?” she asked of one of her colleagues. “It doesn’t work on the contactless, I don’t know if we can accept this. Can we accept this? I’m sorry, love, we can’t accept this. It’s not contactless.”
Her colleague came over.”No, that’s not contactless…”
And then the man, who had been watching this unfold before him, who had had his debit card taken off him by the baked goods disemination operative, just went “I know…”
“Do you know your PIN?” she asks, in a way that implies if he did she’d put his name forward for burning at the stake as some kind of witch. “If you know your PIN you can pay by card…”