Oldfashioned me? Haha. Today I ventured out of Zürich to join some friends in a park and I needed to buy an extension ticket for outside of zone 10 where I live. The cost was 8.40. I didn't have coins, and the machine only gives change on a 20 bill. I started to walk to a kiosk to change my 100 francs bill before I realized the machine actually takes cards.
I think I'm probably the only one not immediately thinking that credit cards mean payment.
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2 comments:
yep, definitely getting old, he he. I'm still having trouble remembering I have to have cash to pay for my lunch at work. although I should point out I do not pay for anything on credit.
B
It's not actually a credit card, might be called debit card. The money is immediately drawn from my account.
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