Yes, although if I had an overdeveloped sense of embarrassment (eg, were Dan and Kalyn potential clients that I was taking out to seal a big contract) I might have cared more, because I got to stand around for ten minutes whilst the desk guy had a garbled phone conversation with someone on the other end and then passed it to me. The conversation went like this:
Them: what's your date of birth? Me: Last Monday. Them: can you confirm your mother's maiden name? Me: yes, sure, what do you think it is? This guy just rang you and now you're asking me all this stuff that'd let you steal my credit card. Them: er, what is the answer to your security question? Me: "yes, but never with a furry".
Thinking about it, opening a restaurant, randomly rejecting people's cards then phoning a friend and asking a whole bunch of "security questions" is probably not a profitable enterprise. But after I climbed out of "smug" I slipped straight into the "facetious" cauldron next door to it.
Getting into the restaurant (Cosmo, near the Triangle - or, for the less Bristolian amongst you, near _a_ Triangle) was the second most security-heavy experience of my dining career, second only to Ben & Lisa's Moscow reception.
The food was good, although I'm not a fan of all-you-can-eat buffet-style stuff (and the explanation of any additional working was incoherent - next time I'm just going to turn up at 10am and spend the day there sampling the vast delights of the noodle bar), because despite it according with my utilitarian principles, I don't really enjoy shuffling around and picking out stuff. I'd rather fail to make a decision, pick something in a panic at the last moment, and bloody well eat what I'm brought.
I'm going to have to change my personal security question to: "If I said you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?" so that some guy called Gavin from the fraud line has to use that next time.
Them: what's your date of birth?
Me: Last Monday.
Them: can you confirm your mother's maiden name?
Me: yes, sure, what do you think it is? This guy just rang you and now you're asking me all this stuff that'd let you steal my credit card.
Them: er, what is the answer to your security question?
Me: "yes, but never with a furry".
Thinking about it, opening a restaurant, randomly rejecting people's cards then phoning a friend and asking a whole bunch of "security questions" is probably not a profitable enterprise. But after I climbed out of "smug" I slipped straight into the "facetious" cauldron next door to it.
Getting into the restaurant (Cosmo, near the Triangle - or, for the less Bristolian amongst you, near _a_ Triangle) was the second most security-heavy experience of my dining career, second only to Ben & Lisa's Moscow reception.
The food was good, although I'm not a fan of all-you-can-eat buffet-style stuff (and the explanation of any additional working was incoherent - next time I'm just going to turn up at 10am and spend the day there sampling the vast delights of the noodle bar), because despite it according with my utilitarian principles, I don't really enjoy shuffling around and picking out stuff. I'd rather fail to make a decision, pick something in a panic at the last moment, and bloody well eat what I'm brought.
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