I was waiting on what was an otherwise pleasant older lady last night, when she slid her credit card and the prompt came up to enter the zip code. She stopped, looked up at me, and said "You know, Volde-Mart was supposed to stop doing this, I heard. It was on the news the other night."
"Oh, really? I didn't hear about th--"
"It was the news. The other night, on the news. They said you guys were suppose to stop doing this because it's an invasion of my privacy."
I explained that the reasoning for it was if one was traveling and the card was stolen out of state, the thief would be unlikely to know the correct ZIP and make fraudulent charges.
"Oh, I understand the reasoning behind it. But it's just that it was on the news. It's an invasion of my privacy because YOU can use THIS *shakes receipt* to track me. You can find out where I LIVE."
No . . . no I really can't. And I've started adopting Crotchety Pharmacist's™ habit of telling them "I didn't get a chance to see that or much TV at all, I'm always working!" but she wouldn't hear that, either. I don't have time to watch the news, you paranoid, gullible fuckwit, because I'm always standing HERE selling you your damn meds. Nor would I have any interest in 'tracking' you or finding out where you live. If I were going to do that, it'd at least be to a person I found interesting. Geez.
This was right up there with the annoyance of "Do you have that new product? I saw it on Dr. Oz and he says it's really good." Fuck Dr. Oz and his followers. Ugh.
"Oh, really? I didn't hear about th--"
"It was the news. The other night, on the news. They said you guys were suppose to stop doing this because it's an invasion of my privacy."
I explained that the reasoning for it was if one was traveling and the card was stolen out of state, the thief would be unlikely to know the correct ZIP and make fraudulent charges.
"Oh, I understand the reasoning behind it. But it's just that it was on the news. It's an invasion of my privacy because YOU can use THIS *shakes receipt* to track me. You can find out where I LIVE."
No . . . no I really can't. And I've started adopting Crotchety Pharmacist's™ habit of telling them "I didn't get a chance to see that or much TV at all, I'm always working!" but she wouldn't hear that, either. I don't have time to watch the news, you paranoid, gullible fuckwit, because I'm always standing HERE selling you your damn meds. Nor would I have any interest in 'tracking' you or finding out where you live. If I were going to do that, it'd at least be to a person I found interesting. Geez.
This was right up there with the annoyance of "Do you have that new product? I saw it on Dr. Oz and he says it's really good." Fuck Dr. Oz and his followers. Ugh.
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