Every store, hotel, restaurant, coffee shop, et cetera wants your name and phone number. If you don’t want to offer this information all it takes is a simple “No, thank you.” From there we can all move on with our lives and get along just fine. I don’t need to hear a snarky “Why do you need that?” You know perfectly well my company wants it for marketing purposes. You don’t need to go on and on and on about how everyone wants this information and it’s an invasion of privacy and blah, blah, blah. Frankly I don’t give a flying fuck. All I want is to ring through your purchase so you will get out of my face, out of my store and fingers crossed out of my life forever. —Just Shut Up and Leave
This article appears in Aug 23-29, 2012.
Hey I will promise not to go on and on about privacy concerns if You will leave me the hell alone and stop askin me if you can, basically, sell me something I Don’t Want. I am there to browse, I have a functioning brain, I can decide what or if I want any of your shit. Why don’t you do something productive like be around when I’m in the dressing room and need another size instead of hounding me when I obviously Don’t need you, like when I am browsing the racks. It works both ways honey.
The best part when those fuckers bitching about ‘privacy’ is when they pay with a fucking credit card.
OB, you chose retail. You are paid to put up with crap from the masses. Now put on your big, shit eatin’ grin, and serve your next customer. Or you also have the option to “just shut up and leave”. Hatin’ your job much?
That’s like complaining you can barely hear the obese, wheezing people as they order 5 big macs at your mcdonalds counter. When it comes to the public, you have to take the good with the bad.
when they ask my ma for her postal code she always says no, sometimes it takes two or three more noes til they get the hint
Retail is one of the hardest n shittiest jobs out there next to food service because your employer makes you infringe and get people’s info, sign em up for store cards, basically stalk someone till they buy and upsell till they hate you. Most retail associates got daily quotas they gotta meet. They get paid shit and gotta deal with crank asses every few minutes. Not to mention you be standin on dem feet all damn day, arches fallin, corns crack-a-lackin, swollen cankles. If ya got a problem with the way a company is run, people be needin to call the complaints department or write the company – don’t abuse and ruin the day of the poor little pissant out front.
I told the Pricess auto girl the other day ” I don’t have one” when asked for a phone number…. then my damn cell phone started ringing in my pocket ~:o
Not wanting to give out phone numbers or email, I totally understand and personally don’t do it either, (unless I’m specifically requesting more information about a service/product from the store).
However, getting bent out of shape over being asked for you postal code is a little ridiculous.
Your postal code is not exclusive to you and you alone. It denotes a particular area or zone used by Canada Post in organizing mail. You could have the same postal code as 10 or 10,000 people, depending on where you live. (Those are arbitrary numbers, btw. I don’t actually know the limits). A business needs more than just your postal code to send you marketing/promotional junk mail.
My wife is a retail manager and the company she works for regularly asks customers for their postal codes. They do this to determine where their customer base is coming from. They use this information for various things from determining the best locations for new stores to beter managing advertising programs. They don’t send their customers anything nor do they solicit anything either. You would not BELIEVE the amount of people that get their nose out of joint because the cashier was just doing their job and asked for a postal code.
they want to add you to a mailing list, so they can sell it to other companies. to harrass the fuck out of you, usually at a most inconvienient time.
OP, you need to outsmart the man!
I always…. ALWAYS give Santa’s postal code. H Zero H, Zero H Zero. When they look at me like I have two heads I remain stolid and serious. Repeat if necessary. And Phone numbers either are my ex wifes…. heheh or 328-7448 (which spells eat shit)…. it’s 6 of one, half dozen of the other to me which one I give.
my ma doesn’t get upset vastie, she just says no. they don’t like hearing the word
Agreed OP. Just say no. Don’t lecture the poor sap, they’re just doing their job.
Just giving a simple “I’d rather not”, with a smile, when asked to give a shop clerk your phone number does the trick quite nicely. No need to get all twisted out of shape when this person is simply doing his/her job. As for the postal code, I know it’s useful marketing information, so no big deal…I give the code for my previous address. :-p
Obviously this person knows it’s a pain in the ass and doesn’t really want to ask people for their info but they feel as if they have to because it’s part of their job. Couldn’t you just not ask though? do you think a customer is going to walk up to the manager and say, “excuse me, one of your servers didn’t ask me for my personal information”. Who’s going to complain?