Ring Me Up

When did shopping become so ridiculously difficult? I went to Gap yesterday, found a $10 shirt, and brought it up to the counter. Call me old fashioned, but I'd like it to just be: scan, hand over money, leave with bag.

I got asked for my full name, email address, phone number, zip code, and whether or not I had facebook so I could "like" them. I stood there for a few minutes getting interrogated; I practically forgot I was shopping and thought I was taking out a personal loan. I was half expecting her to ask my weight and bra-size to complete the transaction. Nothing would have surprised me at that point, and I probably would have casually answered so I could just get this shirt put into a bag as quickly as possible.