Shopping at OK Fife Avenue was a harrowing experience.
Soon as I walked through the doors and picked up a basket, I could feel a tingle in the air. As I picked up my third packet of chicken, I felt a presence at my right shoulder.
Oh fuck, here we go.
“Uhm, are you using cash or a card?”
Come on, this again? We’re back here now? I thought we’d moved past this. Oh well, lemme order something from their (admittedly dodgy-looking) hot deli. Hmmm, rice and chicken stew looks … acceptable.
“Sorry my friend, are you using cash?”
Off to the dry goods section scouting for rice, and I swear this guy literally chased me down at pace. I swivelled and looked him square in the eye …
Three more times I was approached by The Cashless, and three more times I said NO before they could finish their approach.
I mean Jeebus, I don’t have any cash but you don’t see me harrassing innocent folk down the local market, yeah?
At least I only had to swipe once this time.