How ludicrous. A tank full of petrol and a 'card declined'. Rescued by the mobile phone, ultimately - but not without discovering that I don't know how to operate it correctly. My inability to bring up a keypad while in mid-call denied me the soothing anonymity of automated phone banking, and I had to deal with a call centre zombie. A fine start to a Monday morning.
Now to discover where the expletive deleted money went...
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