godzuki

I've resisted getting a QFC Advantage Card out of just instinctual indignation. I don't want to carry a card, I don't want my purchases tracked, and I don't like being financially electro-prodded into helping QFC do its marketing and purchasing. But then, of course, I feel like a rube whenever I pay an extra dollar-fifty for a half-rack of Rainier.

I've been looking for a sufficiently lazy and clever solution to this dilemma, and I think Rob L. might have just stumbled on one: Ha ha! Literally! Because he was walking down the street with a friend! Ha! Ha. And he tripped over.... Anyway, he found somebody *else's* discarded
*extra* card thingies, so he and his friend each pocketed one. And now the poor person who signed up for the original card(s) has unwittingly become a multi-part, Voltron-style consumer robot, and the Rob module adds a bunch of wine, Kashi Go Lean, and general interest magazines to his computer profile--thereby (in theory) making all that data worse than useless.

I've decided not to wait to trip over some innocent rube's card: Yesterday, I signed up Jethro Charon (smoker, Roman Catholic, family of five), at the lower QA QFC. I have two extra cards for anybody who wants to join my super consumer robot and shoot petulant, little manga-rockets of irritation at the Man.