A few weeks ago, I flew out to California to visit family and friends, pursue some possible job opportunities, and get some much needed decompression from the stress of PhD life. During that time, I stopped at a Barnes & Noble to pick up a book recommended to me by a friend.[note]a longer story that involves me actually writing fiction for once...[/note] Unlike previous stops at one of the big chain stores -- whereat the cashier tries to sell me on their membership card, to which I always respond "no, thanks" -- I had a far less pleasant experience. It went something like this:
Cashier: Are you a Barnes & Noble member?
Me: No, but...
Cashier: *judgmentally* ...you know what the membership card gives you, right?
Me: I do, but...
Cashier: *dismissively* ...Alright then. $15.
What I had meant to say was this:
I understand what the card provides, but Barnes & Noble closed down the only store within a 30-40 minute drive of my house, so I don't get the opportunity to browse there anymore. And I don't like browsing for books online, which means I don't buy books all that often from any online bookstore. Sorry.