Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Dippity Do

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?

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