We burned all kinds of things.

Wow. If you want to feel like a real rebel, go stand in a store and claim not to want to be part of their Savings Club. Other told me the other day that one of the cashiers at the grocery store started to ask if he had a card, and stopped himself and said, ah, you don't. And Other said, yeah, I'm the one. And the cashier said yeah, that's how I remembered.

Well, tonight there was a new cashier, and new cashiers and I always have the conversation about how since I don't have my card I can just punch in my phone number, and the idea that I have never provided them a phone number is so flabbergasting that we have to stand here and talk about it for a few minutes. Ending with the tip that once I cave and get a card, I can bring in all of my old receipts and get all that money back.

A couple of months ago things actually got a little bit heated during an exchange wherein I insisted to a cashier at Borders that I really honestly seriously swear that I am not a Borders Rewards Member Even Though I Would Get Great Deals. And did not want to be. And she was acting as if I had come upon a wounded toddler in the parking lot and was planning on just leaving him there because I had to get home to paint my toenails and watch reruns of the Gilmore Girls - I would really help them out if I would just give her my phone number so she could look my card up. ME NO HAVE CARD. YOU NO HAVE ME PHONE NUMBER. And then her head exploded.

Honestly, at this point, if the idea of selling companies marketing data stopped bothering me, I would hold out just to keep screwing with these people's minds. In lots of ways I'd rather be in certain types of pain than face confrontation of any kind, but in this case it feels worth it -- I don't think that what the company is getting out of it is worth what they're giving me in return. Why is it that every single new cashier feels the need to get me into the club?