I went down to the village yesterday.
I bought my week’s supply of tobacco from a very nice young lady in the tobacconist.
Of course she was foreign, and her English was good, except that her pronunciation of numbers wasn’t that hot. But that didn’t matter as long as I wasn’t overcharged.
I gave her my ubiquitous piece of plastic, which she passed to another girl who was nearer the card reader.
The other girl was also foreign.
She asked the first girl how much to charge. She didn’t understand the reply. Things started to get worrying when they started communicating in sign language, frantically waving fingers at each other. There again, they may just have been telling each other to f*ck off?
Anyway, in the end the first girl had to print off a receipt to hand to the second girl, just so she could know how much to charge.
I paid the correct amount and left.
It’s no wonder the world’s financial markets are in such a mess……