No, I don't want to apply for a club card, nor a credit card and no I don't want to donate to Ugandan orphans who suffer from color blindness in the left eye.
I just want you to ring me up in a timely manner, put the shit I just paid for in my reusable canvas Trader Joes bag and no, I am a capable full-grown man who does not need help out to my car with my newly purchased 12-pack of Pabst, box of donuts and the latest copy of Star.
Seriously, I go shopping for three things, takes two and a half minutes to gather them from the far corners of the store and then I wait.
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