[Dad needs to make a call to his friend in Perpignan to explain that we've had congested traffic and will be a little late to our lunch appointment. So he stops to use the phone at a gas station along the way.]
Dad: Why won't this telephone take my credit card? I'll go ask the clerk.
Dad: Can someone help me make the telephone work?
Clerk: Hey, manager, can you help this guy make the phone work?
Manager: Oh, I see the problem--your credit card isn't right. It has this long magnetic strip on the back and instead, it needs to have a little magnetic square on the end here.
Dad: Do you have any other phones around here that will take my card?
Manager: No. I don't.
Dad: Do you think there are any other rest stops along this road that will take my card?
Manager: I don't know. Maybe.
[Manager walks away. Dad shakes his head. Garry suggests we see if they sell a phone card.]
Dad: Manager, do you sell a card that will work in that phone?
Manager: Oh yes! Clerk, help this man.
Dad: Clerk, do you sell a card that will work in that phone?
Clerk: Oh yes! No problem. Here you go.
[Dad shakes his head at their lack of initiative and makes his phone call.]
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