OK, so I was at The Local this afternoon taking in some EPL (and, it turns out, some Serie A and La Liga, too). I was there because on Sundays and Mondays you can get a burger, fries (or a salad) and a beer for ten bucks plus tax, so long as you are part of their club, of which I am a member. But I forgot it this morning.
I swear this happened once before, forgetting my card. I told the bartender and he, at least theoretically, was able to look me up. But the waitress I got, after I told her I forgot my card, and after she asked if I have the app (I don't -- gotta get that new Apple iPhone, stat!), told me that she could not give me that meal.
Bullshit. I call bullshit. That bartender was able to. And besides, it's 2018. You mean to tell me you can't look me up with my phone number or my e-mail? What kind of hackneyed IT system do you have? Sheesh.
Look, I couldn't just walk out of there. But if my food wasn't going to get tracked, I wasn't going to buy any food. So I nursed a Strongbow the whole match and left.
Man, I'm sorry I forgot my card. Sheesh.
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