Why does the high street treat me like a total asshole? If I want insurance, I search online for the best deal. If want two of something I’ll buy two. But the high street makes an assumption that I am a golden, fur lined tosser just waiting to be told how to consume.
Why the dreary outpouring? I’ve just been to post a letter, buy a sandwich and pay in a cheque. I left with the cheque, the letter and a credit card yet I’ve arrived home with a carrier bag full to the neck with crap. Marketing shit that I don’t even want to waste the energy of my shredder on. Here’s how it went:
1. Paying in cheque - “thankyou Mr ploop and may I ask, have you had your account reviewed with us recently? A quick look at the screen here tells me you could be on our premier banking scheme.” Oh great, you want to charge me £20 a month so you can add my name to a ’special database’ that will offer me cheap insurance on a daily basis …
2. Buying a stamp for the letter - “thankyou - and while you are here could I interest you in travel insurance (kids go free) or our new credit card”
3. Buying my sandwich - “thankyou, would you like a latte or smoothie to go with that? No? Ok, how about a pastry at half price”
Forgive me - but I just wanted to make three simple transactions and I got badgered and rodgered at every goddam step.
I do, however, feel sorry for the young chap who then collared me to join the NSPCC for just £25/month. Maybe a ‘no thankyou’ would have been better than burying my fountain pen in his fucking neck.
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