Yesterday, Pingers, I caved. I signed up for a preferred card at my grocery store, Jewel.
I had gone months without one – even though I had a card from competing chain Dominick’s. My fiancee has one, but for months, I told various checkers, “No, I forgot my card” or “I thought I had it with me – I must’ve left it at home” or “My dog ate it”. The last one was really bad because I didn’t have a dog or a card.
But my tactics weren’t working any more. No card? No deals. No savings. What’s worse is that I couldn’t jam the system; an ID was required, along with my social security number (really). Thus, I couldn’t say I was a 99-year-old African-American female living in Birmingham, Alabama, with a phony SSN. Nope.
I don’t like cards. At all. I think they’re innocent when taken individually, but when coupled with all the other data out there about me… it’s unsettling.
I was too convinced by the deals on Morningstar Farms products. Help.
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