The Fee
A Vinyl Burns reckon on tap-to-pay, PINs, and banks that charge you to be safe. I tapped my card at the dairy. Two dollars eighty for a pie and a Powerade, the breakfast of a man who has made his choices and intends to keep making them. The machine beeped. The pie was mine. No PIN. No fingershield drama. No bloke behind me clocking four digits and quietly memorising my birthday. PayWave — or whatever the brand is at your terminal — is the safest thing banking has built in twenty years. […]