tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11674216.post4880798657733645677..comments2023-09-24T07:33:50.082-05:00Comments on I Think...: Low on CashAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08563886078048329577noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11674216.post-34400374146474924312009-08-17T15:37:31.583-05:002009-08-17T15:37:31.583-05:00thanks...that was laugh out loud funny! oh, sorry...thanks...that was laugh out loud funny! oh, sorry for your humiliation though...Brandyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09423715255762094405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11674216.post-71224182137693460662009-08-17T15:13:54.785-05:002009-08-17T15:13:54.785-05:00I can guarantee you I would never go back there! ...I can guarantee you I would never go back there! How awful! At least they seem to have been nice about it!Quad Squad!https://www.blogger.com/profile/05427841594263176466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11674216.post-69394777006709472752009-08-16T15:53:34.251-05:002009-08-16T15:53:34.251-05:00Well, you'd think they'd have a sign sayin...Well, you'd think they'd have a sign saying they don't take cards because you are right...everyone else does! If it had been me, I would have only had $6 in my wallet and that is a good day. I do carry my checkbook with me always, though. I don't know why since I don't use it that much. Just in case, I guess.Rachelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08044832268075725440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11674216.post-72331770974881818502009-08-16T10:27:47.412-05:002009-08-16T10:27:47.412-05:00Oh I feel your pain! When I went to Germany a few ...Oh I feel your pain! When I went to Germany a few months ago I went to a super market to get treats to take home to everyone. When I walked in I showed my credit card to the cashier and mumbled a phrase from my German book about accepting credit cards. She nodded and I even spotted a large banner with cards on it that seemed to say to me "yes, we take plastic!" So I proceeded to load up a basket with chocolate, tea, more chocolate, cookies and chocolate. It was 5:00 so lots of people leaving work were in line behind me getting their groceries for dinner when I checked out with my sugar load. The checker slid my card - it didn't work. She tried another card - it didn't work. She ran to fetch the manager. He pulled out his own wallet to show me they only take cards with this German bank name or something. A woman behind me sternly told me in English that they don't take my card. I kept repeating the German words for "I'm sorry" which are really hard to pronounce. The manager and I agreed that I would go get cash and come back to pay my 25 euro bill - which I did. I felt like such a tourist.Elainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05676307431296073473noreply@blogger.com