Used to. I was a store manager around the time the N&A requirement was dropped.
I kind of knew that from somewhere. Just a joke hopefully taken as such. Thus Winky Dude was used.
I really did just pick Radio Shack at Random. I could have said Best Buy or Sears, but Radio Shack came to my mind first.
I started by refusing. It really depended on if I felt like arguing with the sales clerk or not.
“May I have your zip code?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“You don’t need it.”
“I need one to continue on the register.”
“Use yours.”
“I’m not buying anything.”
“Fine. Use the store’s.”
“I need yours.”
“No. You don’t.”
"Ummm… " (types in the local zip code)
Those exchanges exacerbate my wasting time complaint, so I changed to giving them an old zip code from Texas (I live in Cheesehead Land now).
lissener, I did note that rationally there isn’t much of a concern with giving a zip code. I can recognize that. I think it more comes down to the fact that I am giving them business. They don’t need to fucking quiz me when I’m standing in a line waiting to give them money. It’s like they are holding my purchase hostage unless I will divulge information. Like they’re not going to take me money? It annoys me, so I don’t feel like cooperating.
I’d like to see what would happen if this cashier encountered me:
“May I have your zip code?”
“M8Z 4G5*.”
“What?”
“M8Z 4G5.”
“That’s not a real zip code.”
“It’s my postal code. I’m Canadian.”
“…”
Unless the system is spectacularly misdesigned, there should be some kind of default value available.
[sub]*Not my real postal code.[/sub]
OK, let’s assemble some examples of Orwellian phrasing:
“Islamic Fascism” – No, it’s “Islamic Fundamentalism”. Totalitarianism is a natural result of the core doctrines of hardshell Wahabiism, not some alien European import bolted onto it like a roof rack. If Christian Fundamentalists are offended at the reminder of their similarities to the enemy, boo frickin’ hoo.
“Aggressive Interrogation” – Need one say more?
You’re giving us busines? You’re not giving us shit, sweetheart.
This kind of thing just enrages me to the point where I want to reach through the window, stretch your lower lip up over your face, and staple it to your forehead.
We’re not selling you (collective “you,” all the assholes who come to my window with these ill-considered, ignorant assumptions) bejewelled widgets in order to keep ourselves in coke and whores and Escalades. This is a public educational and scientific facility that loses approximately $17 million a year, which must be subsidized through fund raising and private donations. You chip in your $10 to go to zoo today, but someone else has paid the other $20 your visit actually costs to make it possible for you complain that the lions aren’t out today. Did you get that? Every time you visit the zoo it COSTS us $20.
So give me your fucking zip code with a smile or your kid’s gonna go toward keeping the African Wild Dogs’ feeding bills down.
Australian Post Codes are 4 digit numbers, such as 2000 for the Sydney CBD, so if they asked an Australian, they might ask them what the fifth digit is.
Sir, please step back from the computer and realize that you probably just explained something to a bunch of us that we were not aware of. If you ratchet down the hostility, you would probably get people to go, "oh, well now that you put it that way, it does not hurt me to give my Zip to a Non-Profit, I guess I will."
Jim {Boy, I am glad, I said I give my Zip to Zoos and Museums, I would hate to have a frothing at the mouth **Lissener ** bash through my Monitor to throttle me. 
}
Go back to my earlier posts. Remember my recommendation about enhancing your calm? It still applies. We were past talking about your situation with the zoo. I had believed that we reached an accord there.
I was referring to my past situations with the computer/electronics/appliance/music store with the big yellow tag on the sign (that’s Best Buy in case it’s not obvious). Best Buy is definitely selling to me. Their purpose is to try to get me to part with my money in their store. It pisses me off when they want to quiz me before taking my money. Take it and shut the fuck up.
Savvy?
- RR (who really isn’t a sweetheart)
Sir, please step back from the computer and realize that when someone employs imagery such as stapling your lower lip to your forehead and feeding your toddler to dogs, a smiley face would be overkill in pointing out that the the poster of such imagery is probably employing hyperbole.
Please refer to my post above wherein I explain that my “you” was the collective you of every asshole who came to my window this summer assuming that their ten bucks represented a generous overpayment that bought them the right–the obligation–to be a jerk.
Sweetheart.
Orwellian: the words “defense” or “protection” of “family” as used by anti-gay-marriage organizations, who could give a flying flip about actually helping families but, rather, are devoted to destroying the opportunity for gay folks and their families to have financial and social protection.
That isn’t precisely true, of course. The extra money spent running the zoo is an indirect cost. The zoo would have incurred the same $20 in costs had that one visitor not showed up.
Indeed, had the guest NOT showed up, the zoo would be even further behind, to the tune of the ticket price.
Of course. (See the bit about “hyperbole” above.) Nonetheless, you see my point. Howbout, since apparently this Pit thread has found itself subject to a rule of literality that I was not previously aware of, “Every time you visit the zoo you pocket $20 of someone else’s money.”
Wait, that’s not literal enough either. Is this bannable?
For a Jackson you can have my zip code.
That’s already the basic exchange in place.
I employ the “Vinnie Antonelli” approach when asked for my phone number -
“3…5…0…2…5…1,7,9,1…2,7…”
“That’s too many numbers, sir.”
“Then drop the 7!”
See! I knew we had reached an accord on the zoo.
Pretty serious hijack to this thread, huh? We even resisted all efforts to try to get it back on track. 
“Can I have your zip code, sir?”
“Naah.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t wanna.”
If I say this at a store I’m obviously a pioneer for moral and civil rights. If I say this at a museum, am I being an asshole?
(There was a year when I honestly didn’t know my zip or phone. (I didn’t telephone or snailmail myself much.) That was always fun at the register. “No, really, I don’t know it!” 
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Actually, bottom line, yes. Because there’s actually no rational reason not to. And people who ignorantly hold onto their irrational assumptions without any effort to examine them are, in fact, assholes.