You know how I hate being solicited to at the cash register (and yes, I know the cashier is forced to do it. I am not nasty to the cashiers. I know it's not their fault. I kind of have to be nice. But I don't have to like it.)
Went to Kmart to get a prescription filled for the husband last night and while I was waiting around for them to fill it, wandering around the store doing some other shopping, a chick came up to me with a clipboard asking if I wanted to open some card or another.
I actually managed to clamp down on the "oh, holy shit" that started involuntarily escaping from my vocal cords. I didn't say it. My thoughts were loud enough to hear, I bet.
By the time I actually checked out, I'd been asked about the fucking card by three different people. The pharmacist, the cashier, and the clipboards stalker.
Because Kmart can certain afford to, you know, run people out of the store.
Went to Kmart to get a prescription filled for the husband last night and while I was waiting around for them to fill it, wandering around the store doing some other shopping, a chick came up to me with a clipboard asking if I wanted to open some card or another.
I actually managed to clamp down on the "oh, holy shit" that started involuntarily escaping from my vocal cords. I didn't say it. My thoughts were loud enough to hear, I bet.
By the time I actually checked out, I'd been asked about the fucking card by three different people. The pharmacist, the cashier, and the clipboards stalker.
Because Kmart can certain afford to, you know, run people out of the store.
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