A few hours ago I decided to drive up to this richer, yuppy filled mountain town north of me in another state. I stop in at this tiny little cafe with no one in it, order coffee and pancakes.
And it's pretty good. I like that I'm the only one there, the pancakes and coffee were good, and the girl helping me was polite. I wasn't hitting on her or even attracted to her, but I didn't want to look like a douchebag in front of people, which I seem to do when I eat or buy ANYTHING in the outside world. I got through the meal without spilling shit like a retard and I'm paying with my debit card, thinking "Man I really want to come back here for breakfast one day." She tells me I need to come behind the counter and punch in my pin number, because I guess they didn't have the foresight to put the fucking machine where customers could reach it.
So I go behind the counter and start punching in my pin. And the waitress goes "Uh, no, over here" and points to another number pad. I punch it in there, and while it's waiting to go through I glance at what I had first started pressing. I had first entered my pin number into a fax machine.
What the fuck? It was quite obviously a fax machine. Phone, paper dock. The whole deal. I looked like I was senile and 80. I felt like my dad, who does shit like this all the time. Like I had never seen TECHNOLOGY before. And while I don't give a shit if the waitress thinks I'm a dumbass or not, I'll probably never go back there again. The worst part is I work in retail, so I deal with fax machines and debit machines constantly.
I feel ashamed.
And it's pretty good. I like that I'm the only one there, the pancakes and coffee were good, and the girl helping me was polite. I wasn't hitting on her or even attracted to her, but I didn't want to look like a douchebag in front of people, which I seem to do when I eat or buy ANYTHING in the outside world. I got through the meal without spilling shit like a retard and I'm paying with my debit card, thinking "Man I really want to come back here for breakfast one day." She tells me I need to come behind the counter and punch in my pin number, because I guess they didn't have the foresight to put the fucking machine where customers could reach it.
So I go behind the counter and start punching in my pin. And the waitress goes "Uh, no, over here" and points to another number pad. I punch it in there, and while it's waiting to go through I glance at what I had first started pressing. I had first entered my pin number into a fax machine.
What the fuck? It was quite obviously a fax machine. Phone, paper dock. The whole deal. I looked like I was senile and 80. I felt like my dad, who does shit like this all the time. Like I had never seen TECHNOLOGY before. And while I don't give a shit if the waitress thinks I'm a dumbass or not, I'll probably never go back there again. The worst part is I work in retail, so I deal with fax machines and debit machines constantly.
I feel ashamed.
