i walk on up and tell him what i need. i pull out my card and hand it over to him.
"credit or debit?"
he looks at the card and then says to me, "you have to sign this."
"it says, see identification."
"you still have to sign it."
i hold my tongue (a little). "i've never had to sign it and i've used it here before."
he looks at me and says, "you have to sign it or you can't use it here."
he hands it back along with a big fat black marks-a-lot. so i stand there, pen in hand and scribble my signature across the back of the plastic. i hand it back to him and he swipes it. then he hands me the receipt to sign and so i sign. he then takes both card and receipt and inspects each signature to make sure they match.
does anyone else see the irony in this. . . ?