I knew eventually my kid would decide that funky thrift store finds were simply not going to cut it at school. I held out hope and then...the unrelenting logo pressure got too strong. Not only are teens label conscious, they're season conscious. They pay top dollar to wear clothes that are slathered shamelessly with store logos AND they must have this season's picks or the other kids will know.
Oh no. We wouldn't want...the other kids to know.
I don't want Avalon to feel like Second Hand Rose, so I do supplement the stuff from the discount stores like TJ's and the Mom Closet finds with a few key logo savvy pieces.
So off to the mall we went. Hoorah. We hit several stores and then had one last store to check for a skirt she had to have. After no fewer than three incredibly perky sales people tried to sell us something we really did not want, we managed to get to the register mostly unscathed. Then the perky cashier asked if we wanted a Frequent Shopper Card. I said okay and then after handing me the card she asks me to hand her my driver's license so she can 'save me some time' and fill out the form for me.
Insert screeching tires sounds...here.
Uh, not so fast, Muffy.
I can fill it out myself, thanks.
I get home and read this form and realize that she was trying to flim flam me into signing up for a CREDIT CARD. To add insult to injury, it requested my Social Security Number and my Mother's Maiden Name in two small boxes at the bottom.
To say that I'm a little miffed is a vast understatement.
It's bad enough that customer service has disappeared, but now they're trying to trick me into signing up for a credit card and sharing personal information that could be easily stolen by said aforementioned perky cashier a.k.a. Muffy Liarpants?
I would name the store, but that might set me up for a libel suit. Instead I shall say that it's the teencentric clothing store that rhymes with 'fairy' and is a branch of the store that sounds like Glamerican Beagle.
I wasn't born yesterday.