"Lucky Dog" I thought when I went to this little place in the country and found that they had ammunition in some of the calibers I needed. There was a limit of 2 boxes per individual per day. That made a little delimma for this old mind, but I soon figured out which to get today, and I'll come back tomorrow. Putting the stuff on the counter, the old, haggard lady, in almost a whisper, said "Cash, check, or debit". Well, being new to this electronic stuff, I pulled my card out of my wallet with care that the magnetic strip would not touch any other card. (Can't be to careful nowadays!) Looking at me, she says "Strip down, facing me" and then she turned around and started rearranging the cigarette packs in the rack. I thought this was a little weird. But seeing I needed the ammunition badly, I did as I was told. Soon as I got down to my birthday suit, she turns around and lets go with a shriek that would've woke everybody in the next town if they were sleeping. After a lot of hassle and explanations, it became clear that she meant the strip of my card was to be down and facing her. No need to say that I have been banned from that store.