Bhaji in pav cones

Picture this. You are all done with perhaps one of the worst meals of your life, during which you constantly rue the fact that you've wasted precious time you'll never regain. You hand over your card to be swiped with a mighty sigh. The machine chimes in a cheery "payment accepted" beep, as does a phone text message from your bank, acknowledging the debit made from your account. You prepare to leave, but are accosted by the waitstaff and manager, claiming that their machine is faulty and rudely insisting that you cannot leave the premises till you make another payment of the same amount. Again. Now!