Giving Clerks PIN-TSD
I pop across the road to my nearest mini-mart to buy a bottle of wine. When I come to pay, I wave my card over the reader as usual.
Reader: “NOT APPROVED.”
The cashier takes a big step back from the checkout.
Cashier: “It’s, er, it’s saying here… that you’ll need to put your PIN in. It’s not me! It’s a bank thing! Blame your bank!”
I insert my card and enter my PIN.
Me: “There we go. It’s a security thing, I think?”
Cashier: “Yeah, it’s every-so-much transactions or every-so-much pounds. I’m really sorry.”
Me: “Why? It’s just five buttons, it only takes a few seconds…”
I am now noticing the big dent in the Perspex screen between them and me.
Me: “Oh, people get violent with you about this type of thing, don’t they?”
Cashier: “Three times this evening.”