This morning I went in to pick up some bagels at a much recommended bagel place near where I work. The bagels looked pretty tasty, there was a good variety and a fair crowd. All good signs.
The creamed cheese looked amazing, all the right kind of stuff.
Then I went to pay. Well, I don't know who p*ssed in her cornflakes this morning, but my oh my oh my.
For 8 am that was some serious cranky pants she had on.
What's with that???
Like I am supposed to know by intuition what payment methods are available in your store?
Don't worry though, I won't be back.