The second scariest words in the English language: “chip failure”

(The first scariest? Oh, you know what they are.)

Just a few minutes ago, I pressed my credit card into Citarella’s reader and got that horrible message: “chip failure.”

In two seconds, the disaster that could be my life rocketed around my brain. Maybe I was taking it too hard but after two weeks of twisted Twitter rejection, I was feeling that tech was not only letting me down but throwing me out.

How could I live without a chip and without Twitter?

“Chip failure?” I said, tremulously. The check out lady said, “Oh, sorry,” pressed some buttons and my card was accepted.

I’m living on the edge. To be sure, it’s with some decent tomatoes, Honey Crisp apples, two organic bananas and a (presumably) inorganic one.

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