We went to one of the local Indian restaurants Sunday night. It’s strange – I never really used to like curry, and I still don’t like it too hot, but now I’m older I have grown fond of the stuff. Anyway, all was going well; we were having quite a good time. Ricardio was talking crap, but it was amusing crap. However, it was soon time to pay.

I didn’t have much cash on me, so I needed to pay my share in credit card. I have a chip and signature card, as I’ve said before. But there was a problem – their machine wouldn’t accept my card. I’d used it the night before in the pub, so I knew there was unlikely to be a problem with the card, but were they listening? No.

They kept insisting I needed to enter my pin number. I don’t have a pin number! Things got a little heated. After all, if they can’t accommodate all methods of payment, then that, as I see it, is discrimination. It’s not the first time that this happened there. My friends got angry; I got very embarrassed. Eventually Ricardio paid on his card for me, but when we were leaving we were asked not to come back.

I was so angry. When I got in, I told dad. He phoned the restaurant, and they apparently apologised. Also, next day I went to the bank to double check my card was ok. It was, but I asked the lady to phone the place again to find out exactly what the problem was. Again, they were apologetic, but I’m still quite angry about the way in which me and my friends were treated.