Just had a 'senior moment'
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My other half did exactly the same yesterday, luckily it was pay at the pump, so she had to drive home on fumes at 1 am this morning.
Serves her right for always driving until the warning light comes on. I keep telling her but she won't listen. The conversation would have been interesting if she had run out and phoned me to get out of bed and come and rescue her.
She is nearly 62 though so that qualifies her as a Senior.
Serves her right for always driving until the warning light comes on. I keep telling her but she won't listen. The conversation would have been interesting if she had run out and phoned me to get out of bed and come and rescue her.
She is nearly 62 though so that qualifies her as a Senior.
ambuletz said:
If you randomly asked me what my pin was I couldn't tell you on the spot, i'd have to think about it for a second then tell you the numbers. I remember the action/gesture more than the numbers itself.
My other half is the same, she doesn't remember her pin if you ask, she just knows where her fingers go when she enters it on the machine.Until this time
Serves her bloody right.......................... nothing darling, just saying how much I love you.
I have problems confirming my mobile number, not giving it, but when it is read back to me the speaker uses a different cadence from e and I simply don't recognise it. xxxx xxx xxxx is how I give it, but it is read back like this for example xxx xxx xxxxx and that buggers my brain.
When I was in my forties and my signature was needed to buy fuel rather than a PIN, I grew more and more alarmed about how my signature varied and bore little resemblance to the sample I had given Diners Club (my company card supplier). The more anxious I was, the less like it the scrawl became! Nowadays, because I use handwriting so little and use a keyboard mostly, my handwriting has deteriorated from common or garden poor to approaching a doctor's standard as portrayed in mythology!
A colleague of mine had the ATM difficulty similar to the OP's payment terminal mind-crash when he stood behind someone at the Tesco's cash machine and watched her enter her number. He then could not remember his own and had to leave empty handed.
When I was in my forties and my signature was needed to buy fuel rather than a PIN, I grew more and more alarmed about how my signature varied and bore little resemblance to the sample I had given Diners Club (my company card supplier). The more anxious I was, the less like it the scrawl became! Nowadays, because I use handwriting so little and use a keyboard mostly, my handwriting has deteriorated from common or garden poor to approaching a doctor's standard as portrayed in mythology!
A colleague of mine had the ATM difficulty similar to the OP's payment terminal mind-crash when he stood behind someone at the Tesco's cash machine and watched her enter her number. He then could not remember his own and had to leave empty handed.
This happens to everyone now and again,its called brain fade.
A while ago I "blanked" when checking into a hotel in Dover the day before a trip through France. "Pin not accepted", try again? woops? try again? then the card was blocked. Luckily my wife did bring her brain and her card paid for everything on the trip.
I now always travel with two cards and have a discreet "coded" crib card with the pin numbers on.
A while ago I "blanked" when checking into a hotel in Dover the day before a trip through France. "Pin not accepted", try again? woops? try again? then the card was blocked. Luckily my wife did bring her brain and her card paid for everything on the trip.
I now always travel with two cards and have a discreet "coded" crib card with the pin numbers on.
A bit like approaching ATM with misplaced confidence, only to suffer last moment performance anxiety.
It's like trying to go at a crowded urinal, when you're wedged between two chaps with penises the size of curtain rods, pissing away like horses.
Just as a shy bladder refuses to pee, your brain refuses to dislodge the number. It won't come out. Not a drop. You're impotent.
It's like trying to go at a crowded urinal, when you're wedged between two chaps with penises the size of curtain rods, pissing away like horses.
Just as a shy bladder refuses to pee, your brain refuses to dislodge the number. It won't come out. Not a drop. You're impotent.
Robbo 27 said:
Enter a contact on your phone, call her Penelope, last 4 numbers of her phone number is your pin.
Do this with all my cards! God help me if I lose my phone!! 
No, they're not all Penelope! 
Last week I had a meeting with a supplier at a pub we always go to. V/Good supplier, known him years so always informal!
Anyway, good meeting, refreshments paid for by him. Meeting was before lunch, so on the way back I thought I'd grab a bacon butty from a local sandwich shop that does great sarnies. Idly looked down to the centre consul where I always put my wallet when in the car. NO WALLET!!! Oh Sh*t, I've left it in the pub!!
Swift U-Turn, then break all the limits back to the pub! Check the car out in the car park, just to make sure I've not dropped it under the seat or it's slipped out of my jacket pocket, it's nowhere!! Nobody has used our table since, Landlord didn't see a wallet on the seat when he cleared away the cups etc.!!
s
t, st, st, I've lost it, somebody is now enjoying a spending spree on all my contactless cards!!!Drove home to start ringing round to cancel my cards. Walked into the house.... wallet on the kitchen table!! I swear it was f
king grinning!!Just poured myself a whiskey whilst watching The Bodyguard. Couple of ice cubes, tray back in freezer, sit down to watch,
Where the f
k's my whiskey. Still on the kitchen top!!I'm 56, it's all downhill, just getting steeper!!
Edited by Short Grain on Sunday 9th September 22:33
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