Welcome to the Cashless Society (Malaysia Edition)
The place was crowded. You were standing quietly, hands tugged into your straight cut jeans eyes locked on the wide boards over the top of the shelf. There are 2 persons standing in front of you - both larger than you. The first man at the front has been staring at that same wide board for some time now before he started speaking. Your hands began to sweat as you never done this before. You convinced yourself that you are not some hipsters that just got to have overpriced coffee and the only thing stands between you and that green maiden logo was the aroma of the coffee that draw you into the queue. Soon, it is your turn to order, you successfully blurt out a bunch of gibberish words that hipster made cool before giving your name to the cashier in front of you (which most of the time they are going to misspelled it). As you wait for the cashier to key in the last few details of your order, you noticed a small shelf in the place of cardholders at the front left of the cashier's tab