Just after
Easter I stopped at a petrol station on a trip down the West Coast
of the USA. Unfamiliar with the credit card machine, I hesitated as
I read the instructions and was confused by its request for a zip
code. As I was travelling, I wasn't able to give one and a man
filling up his car at the next pump came over to see what the
difficulty was. Before I was able to explain, he ...
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