The holiday shopping season is upon us, which also means added stress.
And for some reason, when I was purchasing a gift at Barnes & Noble recently, this receipt just seemed to piss me off, for the mere reason that it rubbed in my face that I wasn’t a privileged Barnes & Noble customer.
Oh really, Barnes & Noble! But in order to be a member, I would have paid $25.
Barnes & Noble is like some sort of cruel sorority that keeps reminding you what it takes to get in: money. Of course, $25 doesn’t necessarily allow you all of the friends you’d like at unlimited mixers—just $0.80 off of an $8 book.
That receipt would piss me off too. And make me not want to be a member just for spite. I may not have saved .80 but I still have my bitterness and you can’t put a price on that.
Me, too! That’s something to cry about!
How arrogant! Now, I would be really pissed if my receipt said I missed out on a free muffin. 🙂