On this trip I had a credit card with a chip and pin but everyone tried to make me swipe it first, which never worked. Then they would tell me to insert the card.
Worse, everyone wanted my cell phone number or zip code, even to buy gas. This always required a long explanation of why they didn't actually want either of these. Then the manager is called so I can explain in my thick southern accent that I have lived in the UK for 17 years.