Life's little mysteries

Why is it that, "Point of Sale," as they say, you have to select whether you're using a credit or a debit card. With all the info they put onto a card, you'd think they could squeeze that in there.

You may infer that there was little going on in my world today, and you would not err in so inferring. I sat at my desk and operated within the thin walls of Microsoft: Excel, Powerpoint, Word, with continual forays into Firefox. It was one of the first warm days of the year, but already our un climate-controlled third floor got clammy. But at least I got on no trains nor cars (hardly).