Dear Mall Book Store,
I love books. I love magazines. I love all your little trinkets, knick-knacks and tourist trap gifts. I buy things from you so often that you know my name.
And you should know by now that I don’t want join your Book Store Card cult. Every time I buy something, you want me to sign up for your card. You’re going to give me miraculous savings, if I just agree to sign up. Sometimes, you even want me to pay for the privilege to get on your mail list.
I’m standing up, here in public, to insist that you stop asking me your Book Store Card cult. I won’t. If you want to give me a discount, I’m all for it. Heck, I might even choose you over Amazon. Or one of the few real book stores left in this world.
And please inform your clerks that when I say no the first time, that’s not their cue to ask me three more times. I’m sure that poor kid behind the counter has to meet a quota, but by now, he should just see me coming and realize that under no circumstances am I going to join your cult.