Saturday, August 29, 2009

The first time

More than a decade ago, the family and I were at a coffee shop in some hotel in Chandigarh fairly late in the night - why we were there of all places I have no idea; it wasn't a very frequent haunt for us.

When the bill came, my dad looked at me, grinned, and asked, "Do you want to see it take really long for the bill to get cleared?" Intrigued, I nodded, and he whipped out his credit card, and gave it to the waiter. And he was right; they took nearly half an hour to swipe that card and bring back the bill for him to sign.

I went shopping earlier today and took out my card to pay for the one shirt I ended up buying; I was at the counter for less than a minute.

I have never yet been able to use my card without remembering the first time I ever heard of this thing called a credit card.

I'm a sucker for nostalgia.

3 comments:

The Seeker said...

I don't like using credit cards... I'm always paranoid they'll refuse to accept that this signature is the same as that one.
And this is a very weird thing to remember.

ZiggyStrauss said...

I only use credit cards for emergencies - like when I absolutely cannot pay any other way. Usually things to do with filling forms online. And it's not my credit card either

Absolutely Normal Chaos said...

Credit cards are a blessing. But yeah, I'm a sucker for nostalgia too -- love remembering when life used to be "simple", as they say and Dad had all the answers :)