I have never in my life given any thought to acquiring footstools, nor has anyone I’ve ever known. At any given time, maybe two or three people on the entire planet are thinking about buying footstools.
So there’s really no rational explanation for footstool ads popping up on your phone like toadstools, other than Google eavesdropping.
Hundred to one, the next site I visit will feature toad…I mean, footstool ads.
I own a few. I even made one out of a broken CRT monitor when I was young. (I attached some foam rubber to the top as a cushion.)
We exist.
If they are doing some non-HIPAA-compliant data compilation, they will NOT send me ads for that product.
The Advertising Industrial Complex failed rather dramatically in early 2018.
I had wrist surgery. Between being told of this, and having it done, my husband helpfully distracted me by breaking his knee. Good times.
Anyway - we bought toilet rails. A sock putter-onner thingy. Rolling over-the-bed tables. Slings. Walkers (2, one for each floor). A gadget designed to help a woman fasten a bra one-handed. And so on, and so on.
To this day, I am baffled that we did not get inundated with ads for prepaid funeral services, home health aids, etc.