“What are you DOING?” Ove cries and bangs the palm of his hand against the Plexiglas window.
The man pushes the card back under the window. “Try it now,” he says.
Ove thinks that any old fool could figure out that if the card wasn’t working half a minute ago it isn’t going to work now either.
Ove points this out to the man behind the Plexiglas. “Please?” says the man. Ove sighs demonstratively.
Takes his card again, without taking his eyes off the Plexiglas. The card works. “You see!” jeers the man behind the Plexiglas.
Ove glares at the card as if he feels it has double-crossed him, before he puts it back in his wallet.
“Have a good day,” the man behind the Plexiglas calls out behind him. “We’ll see,” mutters Ove.
For the last twenty years practically every human being he’s met
has done nothing but drone on at Ove about how he should be paying for everything by card.
But cash has always been good enough for Ove; cash has in fact served humanity perfectly well for thousands of years.
And Ove doesn’t trust the banks and all their electronics.
But his wife insisted on getting hold of one of those prepaid cards in spite of it all, even though Ove warned her against it.
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