"Can I get your phone number?' No. "Can I get your zip code please?" No. "Do you have a rewards card?" No. "Do you want a rewards card?" No. Some cashiers look hurt when I say no. I don't mean to offend them. Their faces show such sadness I might have said, "You are too ugly to live." Maybe there is something I don't know about the retail transactions. Are cashiers penalized for not getting my personal information? Are their wages slashed when I say no? There is some information I just don't want to share. And if they make me give a zip code before I can buy an item, I'll make one up. 90210. 12345. 76543. If I am shopping with friends, they laugh at me when I give fake zip codes. I don't care. When I go to a store I want to exchange money for goods; no more, no less. I give the store my money and the store gives me the item. That is all I want. I don't want to give out my phone number or my zip code. I don't want a rewards card. I don't want the store to track every item I buy. Take my forty dollars, give me the damm swimsuit and let me got out of here.
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