This morning I had an errand at the local Walgreen's to pick u a prescription (this is attempt number 2) for a remedy for The Girl's bothersome acne. It is back, but because our lame insurance is really just for catastrophic medical issues, it covers nothing of the day-in-day-out kind of stuff. So the great solution she used a year ago is out of the question, as it required monthly check ups (and ridiculous pregnancy tests) because of the potential side effects it has.
Anyway, that was a long version of: I went to Walgreen's.
I gathered the other sundry things I needed to pick up there and brought the whole hot mess to the check out. As I was laying out my pile, I asked the gentleman behind the counter "So, I understand that I can't just come in here and get the sale prices anymore unless I have card. Is that right?" Yep, he told me, that is the new deal. And that kind of chaps my hide today.
I know the reasons to the WHY questions--the store will track my purchases and customize deals to save me money. Yada Yada Yada.
You know what? I already shop the sales and clip coupons and have figured out long ago that any store with too much information on me isn't necessarily trying to help me out. Far from it. It just bugs me that just about every store now has their own "loyalty program" which is just another way of saying they all have my personal info. And I really don't like that.
When I came home from this infuriating errand, Genius Golfer was making himself some lunch in the kitchen and asked what was up. So I told him and I didn't hold back. He just looked at me and said, "You sound just like your mom."
Well, I was raised right, I suppose.
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