Soldato
Went to B&Q to pick up a pile of bits to start my central heating system, spent an hour or so going up and down the isles (picked up some board and polystyrene for soundproofing too), then went to the checkouts.
The maid rang everything through the till and asked for the worryingly large amount of dosh for what was quite a small pile of bits. I'm currently using the wifes card as all our money gets paid into her account. Take the card out of my pocket and put it in the chip and pin machine. "Sorry, we don't use chip and pin.", wha? "You'll have to sign", well that's a bit tricky as it's the wifes card (which i'd told her)
oh well thanks, bye. And wandered off back to the carpark leaving a pile of bits for the staff to put back.
Thought chip and pin was supposed to be around to make purchases secure?
Sat in the van in the carpark for 10 minutes (reading the screwfix book), then went back in and picked up the stuff. Took it to a different till, let the lad ring it through, gave him her card, signed an incredibly poor forgery of my wifes signature (which the guy checked, didn't the "Mrs" bit ring any bells?
) and wandered out of the store with more kit than i'd picked up first time around.
So much for improving card security. I could have been any Tom, Dick or Harry.
The maid rang everything through the till and asked for the worryingly large amount of dosh for what was quite a small pile of bits. I'm currently using the wifes card as all our money gets paid into her account. Take the card out of my pocket and put it in the chip and pin machine. "Sorry, we don't use chip and pin.", wha? "You'll have to sign", well that's a bit tricky as it's the wifes card (which i'd told her)
oh well thanks, bye. And wandered off back to the carpark leaving a pile of bits for the staff to put back.
Thought chip and pin was supposed to be around to make purchases secure?
Sat in the van in the carpark for 10 minutes (reading the screwfix book), then went back in and picked up the stuff. Took it to a different till, let the lad ring it through, gave him her card, signed an incredibly poor forgery of my wifes signature (which the guy checked, didn't the "Mrs" bit ring any bells?
) and wandered out of the store with more kit than i'd picked up first time around.So much for improving card security. I could have been any Tom, Dick or Harry.
