Email receipts drive me bonkers. Receipts in general cause me to hyperventilate because they are longer than a toddler. You need a bag just for the receipts when shopping in the Metropolis.
Email receipts are being sold as environmentally friendly and I get that BUT the shops’ CEOs don’t care about environmentally friendly if at the same time they want to put my shopping in a plastic carrier bag. So, when the sales assistant asks me for my email, I am not happy because this shop wants my details.
The environment is of little concern to the CEO of the shop. They are not members of Extinction Rebellion or defenders of the environment. No. They are commercial stalkers. Before I carry home my match box sized purchase packed in a tent sized plastic bag, an email will ping into my inbox with the receipt AND some fancy offer to try and persuade me to engage in consumerism even further. And the week after, and the week after that, until I can be bothered to unsubscribe and tick 15 options on the unsubscribe form.
I feel sorry for the staff who have to ask for my email. They have Sesselfurzer bosses. That’s German for someone who sits in a chair all day and does nothing but fart. SESSELFURZER, innit? English pen pushers. The neglected 0 hour contract employees have to harass shoppers for their email. They probably have some stupid target and get shamed in a WhatsApp staff group for not getting enough email addresses. I can imagine, they hate having to ask. I hate being asked. The one person who likes it, is the CEO-Sesselfurzer who will sell my email to become even richer or send me some useless offers on overpriced products. Hm, let me overthink this…
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