Not least because it should be diesel ...When you see folk on utube trying to put petrol in electric cars, then nothing surprises me any more.
Back in the days of pre-computer Banking, Bank Statements showed overdrawn balances in red ink; a female customer, past her sell by date by a couple of decades admittedly, had fallen on hard times and had been overdrawn throughout December. Her request to be allowed to withdraw cash was preceded by her congratulations to the Bank for being thoughtful enough to print the Bank Statements in red for Xmas ... There were many such delightfully dotty customers back in those days, the closing months of the Captain Mainwaring era ...
What a revolution was the Ā£30 Cheque Guarantee Card, at its launch limit! The number of times I would try and bounce a cheque, only to find the dreaded Cheque Guarantee Card number and expiry date on the reverse ... And the second scrutiny to see if the handwriting on the reverse was the same as the customer's, indicating that it had not been issued in accordance with the Guarantee Scheme Rules ...Confession of a "Dotty" customer.
Back in the 70s we (and most people) rented our television.
Mine was an annual contract with "Radio Rentals" and in late December every year we received a bill for the next 12 months.
For some reason (I've no idea) the bill was issued from a branch over 150 miles away, but it just so happened that we spent every Christmas with my in laws who lived there.
Every year I would go into that branch and write out a cheque (no plastic in those days).
Every year I would moan about having to take a day off work and make a round trip of 300 miles (that was Three Pounds Ten in real money for Petrol).
Every year the very nice lady would patiently explain that I could pay at my local branch; or the Post Officer; or post it.
Every year I would look confused and say "But this is the place that sent the bill"
I like to think that every year the very nice lady told all her friends about the idiot who had driven to 300 mile just to pay his bill.
Wifes aunt living with the mother in-law still wants to be taken halfway across ulster to get some money from her b acc, took about six mths and the bank to get it into her head that her actual monies was not held in that bank but could be withdrawn at any branch.Confession of a "Dotty" customer.
Back in the 70s we (and most people) rented our television.
Mine was an annual contract with "Radio Rentals" and in late December every year we received a bill for the next 12 months.
For some reason (I've no idea) the bill was issued from a branch over 150 miles away, but it just so happened that we spent every Christmas with my in laws who lived there.
Every year I would go into that branch and write out a cheque (no plastic in those days).
Every year I would moan about having to take a day off work and make a round trip of 300 miles (that was Three Pounds Ten in real money for Petrol).
Every year the very nice lady would patiently explain that I could pay at my local branch; or the Post Officer; or post it.
Every year I would look confused and say "But this is the place that sent the bill"
I like to think that every year the very nice lady told all her friends about the idiot who had driven to 300 mile just to pay his bill.