On my way out of the house to pick up some take-out, my mother grabbed my arm, and offered to pay for it. She handed me her credit card.
Mom: "They'll take it."
Me: "I don't know, Mom."
Mom: "It's OK." And then she also gave me $40 in cash. "Just in case."
As I was leaving my house, I showed this loot to my wife. She shrugged, and said, "Try it. They probably won't even look at the credit card."
And she was right. At the restaurant, I handed my Mom's credit card. The charge went through. And when it came time to sign, I hesitated for a step, then signed my name. My name!
Tonight, while reading a humorous article on Zug (courtesy of Find the Boots), I stumbled upon Zug's hilarious "pranks" involving credit card signatures. It's a very funny article, and I'm now ready to borrow my wife's credit card when the mood strikes (just kidding!).