Just a quick post on something rather extraordinary wrapped up in the guise of something very ordinary, namely paying for my Saturday paper at a till in W H Smith.
The thing is, I’ve always been quite a chatty and outgoing person, but interacting with people behind the tills in shops always used to be a bit fraught. Inevitably they’d mumble the amount and you’d have to say: “How much? You haven’t pressed the button that makes it come up on the screen facing me”, or start asking if I wanted to take advantage of their latest offer. But I must have missed loads of attempts to pass the time of day while looking at my PIN pad.