"Using the black, inkless wand on the LCD screen at Bloomingdale’s, I made an indecipherable squiggle. The clerk asked to see my driver’s license. My identity — if not my signature — confirmed, she put the charge through. (I wish she hadn’t. Those white jeggings were a big mistake.)"
I was highly entertained by this short, entertaining story by Alex Kuczynski on the New York Times Style Magazine's website. Mainly because I completely relate to her experiences, although I have not blatantly signed another' name on the credit card machine, it's not often that you can recognize my wobbly signature on those darn things. If you have a minute, take the time to read her feature. It's short, amusing and a little bit thought-provoking.