Too Much Information
All I wanted to do was buy two potholders and a box of soap dispensing scrub wand refills.
The big box store had them.
Willing buyer, willing seller.
I give you money, you give me the stuff.
In. Out.
I don’t blame the cashier. She just asks the questions.
But for the love of Sister Jean Clare, enough.
No, I don’t want to give you my telephone number.
No, this won’t be on my big box store account.
No, I don’t have an account.
No, thank you, I don’t want one.
No, I don’t want to donate $1 to Charity X so you, big box store, can donate a collective mega amount to write off as a corporate charitable deduction.
Oh for the good old Woolworth days.
