Once I stood behind a woman waiting my turn to purchase a Metrocard.
More waiting.
Still waiting.
Finally, the middle aged woman turned around, sighed with exasperation, and pleadingly asked me (in the most silvery and syrupy Georgian accent), "Sweetie, I'm sorry, but I have no idea what it means to "dip" a credit card...?"
I smiled, took her card, inserted into the slot and removed it, and handed it back to the puzzled but grateful woman.
It is a strange phraseology, no?
That's funny :)
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