oh, the irony
Dec. 27th, 2002 11:44 pmAnd of course, after writing the previous entry about how I am avoiding Ralph's, I go to make supper and discover (after I'm committed to making a pizza by opening up the bag the crust was in; don't want it getting stale) that I'm out of pizza sauce.
So off to Ralph's I go. Because it's open 24 hours, and is in easy walking distance.
Since I was thinking about the ad spigots, when I was in easy range of the one assaulting the line i was in (the only line open), I tossed my jacket over the monitor so I could stop having to forcibly try and ignore the thing. This time, the cashier protested. "You shouldn't do that! It's not yours!" "But my attention is mine!"
I need to write a letter to Ralph's telling them that these ad things are annoying me into taking most of my money elsewhere, and that I'm suggesting everyone I know avoid them for the same reason. Because if nobody does... this kind of spam will only spread. Hell, it already is; when I was in New Orleans for my birthday, the ad slideshow (remember when that was new and offensive?) had been replaced by specially-made commercials, endlessly looping to the waiting theater.
I resent being a captive audience.
Advertising is a cancer that is metastasizing throughout our society.
So off to Ralph's I go. Because it's open 24 hours, and is in easy walking distance.
Since I was thinking about the ad spigots, when I was in easy range of the one assaulting the line i was in (the only line open), I tossed my jacket over the monitor so I could stop having to forcibly try and ignore the thing. This time, the cashier protested. "You shouldn't do that! It's not yours!" "But my attention is mine!"
I need to write a letter to Ralph's telling them that these ad things are annoying me into taking most of my money elsewhere, and that I'm suggesting everyone I know avoid them for the same reason. Because if nobody does... this kind of spam will only spread. Hell, it already is; when I was in New Orleans for my birthday, the ad slideshow (remember when that was new and offensive?) had been replaced by specially-made commercials, endlessly looping to the waiting theater.
I resent being a captive audience.
Advertising is a cancer that is metastasizing throughout our society.
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Date: 2002-12-28 12:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-12-28 12:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-12-28 02:00 am (UTC)Ya' know... I'm <B>sorely</B> tempted now...
Date: 2002-12-28 02:12 am (UTC)I've dreamed of that happening repeatedly, but I just don't know enough people to pull it off where I live. At a furry con... that just might be possible. :-)
Pranking time!
Date: 2002-12-28 09:26 am (UTC)Make up a few anti-ad slogans and print them out on small adhesive stickers (the kind that are REALLY hard to remove) and as you leave the check-out line, neatly "tag" the monitor with the sticker (perhaps get a friend to stand behind you, to block the view of the next shopper in line). The sticker will probably stay there quite some time (especially if it looks "official" or it's amusing) before someone actually mentions it to the management. If anything, they'll have to mess up the monitor's screen when they try to scrape the sticker off. :-)
Several years ago, there was some store I used to go to where some angry customer had scrawled "Dolphin Killers!" on the shelf sign for some name brand of tuna. I got a chuckle each time I went in there and saw the sign (it was in plain sight, in a busy aisle, but it stayed up for 3-4 months, I recall).