This was going to be a long, rambling post but I decided to cut it short.
Jack would be appalled.
Having had a dreadful time that evening already and being much later than normal, I pay for the supermarket items I have bought with a card. The total cost is €40.02. I hand over my debit card.
‘Have you got the 2 cents?’
I stand there incredulously for a few moments.
The girl on the till asks me again, thinking that, maybe, I didn’t understand. She’s right, of course, I don’t. I’m paying by card.
I fumble through my pockets and come out with a handful of change that I search through. I find a 2 cent coin. I hand it over. So far we have taken up an extra few minutes.
She takes the 2 cent coin. She enters in the 2 cents as paid and then swipes the card. I sign the slip.
The woman behind me looks annoyed. Can’t say I blame her.
I go home and ponder on the wonderfulness that is Italy and the strangeness that is found in the Italians and try to imagine this happening in the UK.
I try to understand the point of paying by card but making it an even number of Euros by paying the cents in cash.
If anyone can enlighten me I would be very grateful.by