There's a restaurant I go to that won't accept either debit or credit cards for transactions under $10.

It's my understanding that that is a violation of the agreement they have with the credit card companies.

It's my understanding that that is a violation of the agreement they have with the credit card companies.

I'm pretty sure I've gotten delivery from places like that, as well as shopped in stores that displayed a minimum, which is why I have a flinch reflex about small amounts. I hadn't realised that flat fees across the board might be an option.

Back in the day someone posted a link to timing at the supermarket that posited that cash purchases were the fastest, and I'm pretty sure mine aren't. Judging from my last few excursions, the advantage of being able to do much of the payment legwork while the stuff is still being rung up does save time, especially if you're not getting any cash back. And if you are, in the best case scenario it doesn't have to take more time than getting change.

It's my understanding that that is a violation of the agreement they have with the credit card companies.

Mine, too, but it's still pretty common.

Random work vent: It is Tuesday! You can still do something before you go on vacation next week!!

omg, I am totally being like the person Jesse is mad at. I have much to doa nd am pissing away the day. meep.

(Yes, I admit that I'm being judgey of how another country's people choose to spell their word. It's just a weird-ass spelling, damn it.)

Americans are the weirdos when it comes to spelling, damn it.

Piffle.

And, yeah, Steph, I'd have spelt it like that anyway.

I weep. Here, at my desk, with my judgey glare, I weep.

Here, at my desk, with my judgey glare, I weep

And you see how I spell spelt? I cannot be stopped, I tell you. Spelling renegade.

From a Guardian piece on the people who ruined the decade, here's a nice bit of poison pen:

"Piers Morgan? But surely Simon Cowell is the true evil, Morgan is merely one of his henchmen?" Well the thing about Cowell is that he's not really mean and unpleasant, he just plays mean and unpleasant on TV. But Piers Morgan is – how to put this? – the rancid pus that oozes from the scabs that teem and multiply on Satan's backside. He's a primetime TV talent show host, has his own chatshow, and is a hit in the US. And so he stands as a constant reminder that we, as a species, have failed, and should retreat to the ocean and let the monkeys have another go at running things.

And you see how I spell spelt? I cannot be stopped, I tell you. Spelling renegade.

I deliberately ignored "spelt," but now, from hell's heart, I glare at thee.

Isn't spelt one of those wacky grains like quinoa?

And you see how I spell spelt? I cannot be stopped, I tell you. Spelling renegade.

That's one my mother didn't lose when she moved to the States! Dropped the U, switched to checks, but SNEAKY SNEAKY things like spelt are *still there*. (She still doubles her Ls, too. Which I did until the Firefox spellchecker beat me out of it. I mean, I still type them that way, but then I change it to remove the red squiggle.)