I was cycling in Spain early last year when we stopped off for some lunch in a small village cafe. (Calling
@nickyboy ....) after we had eaten and paid (by card) I spotted the rather lovely looking cake shop next door. Wanting a small dessert or two, me and one of the guys in the group went and browsed the counter then ordered a cake or several to be bagged up for us to take on our journey.
Imagine our dismay when we went to pay, only to find it was cash only! I quickly dashed up the street to a convenient cash till, which turned out to be not so convenient as it wouldn't play ball with my bank! I went back into the shop which by now had bagged our goods and had developed a small queue.
I tried to explain to the staff in my rubbish Anglo/Spanish that we had no means of paying and were very sorry for trouble caused, then left to explain to the rest of the group what had happened.
A minute or two later my other ride buddy came out of the shop bearing the pastries, much to our amazement.
It turns out a local gent behind us in the queue had got the gist of our predicament and paid for the goods himself. When he came out of the shop I shook his hand vigorously and thanked him profusely in my shockingly bad Anglo/Spanish. A true gentleman, but just goes to show the absurd wrinkles of the cash/cashless society we now live in.
