Beating laid down by:Anonymous, on 6/25/2011.
You're at a store, you've already decided on a product, and you've made it to the register. Your card is in your hand, the cashier has already scanned in the items, and you're ready to pay for your purchase. Then the dreaded questions start.
"Are you a member of our Special Savers Club?"
"Would you like to apply for an in-store credit card? You can save 15% on this purchase!"
"Can I get your phone number?"
Each refusal seems to go through one of the cashier's ears and out the other, while your patience wears more and more thin. Finally, they drop the one stupid question on you that defies all logic:
"Can I get your ZIP code?"
What could they possibly get from this? How often do people just say a random local ZIP, or 90210? Whatever the purpose, having some answer to this question seems to satisfy some check box granting you the privilege to give your hard-earned money away. But how many people's time has been wasted by this little exercise, each time it is done? For information that is useless at best, and faulty at worst?
I usually give them 92649. Huntington Beach, CA, where I went to high school. In my area of North Kitsap county of Washington state, the zips start with 983, so 92649 gives them pause.
When they ask where 92649 is, I respond with, "I can't tell you, it's top secret."
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