I am grateful for my self restraint in North American stores and restaurants. I have yet to hurl one of their Interac machines across the room through a plate glass window.
In Europe, when you are handed the little machine, you are requested simply to enter your passcode and hit OK - and that's it, transaction completed, goodbye, have a nice day, please come again, next time bring a friend.
Not so much over here. Over here, the little machines treat you like a freaking moron. Are you sure you want to spend this amount? Then you have to spend an extra five seconds agreeing to agree with the transaction and then you get another screen suggesting you enter your passcode!
Why is this? If your card is in the machine and the machine is in your hand, good chance that you're good with the whole money spending thing, no? As soon as it's plonked in your fat little hand, the only thing your index sausage should have to worry about is entering your passcode - I mean, COME ON, am I wrong on this?
Think about how many times you use Interac in the course of a day - multiply by five seconds, multiply by 365 days, multiply by 30 or 40 years. Get the picture?
(Of course, this is just a tiny fraction of a much, much larger bank rant, but we'll save that for another post.)
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