Zip Code Blues …

mailboxWho?  What?  Where?  When and Why?  And the resounding common answer is … I dunno?  Here you go, another scathing indictment of Public Education is now headed your way.

Can I have that zip code sir? I cough up the zip code one more time.

Really do not know why I keep giving it to them, they never seem to hang on to it.  It seems as if everyone is knock, knock, knocking on my door these days. Everyone wants a little piece of my world.

If there ever was a concept that we can look back on nostalgically, it would be privacy.  That’s gone.  It’s been gone for a long time anyway. There are cameras on the street, in most of the buildings, on an increasing number of policemen (and maybe soon everyday civilians will be wearing them).  Even the cotton pickin’ toilets at WalMart know when you are done and flush themselves these days, privacy as we knew it is now long gone, everyone is watching. 

We are being tracked in our automobiles and even built into your computer and cell phone you will find similar devices to hunt you down.  You can be sure that twenty-four hours a day, seven days per week, “They” know who you are, and where you are, right down to the GPS coordinates, and the Google Street View. 

If you buy something, your habit is put into a zillion profiles, and your ads will change to reflect those habits. “They” will try to get you to buy something else. 

Again and again and again. 

All we will have left is that which can’t be changed … would be our “Memories.”  And that apparently is slipping away from some of us each day.  Having said all that, I will say this.  With all this change going on, and our personal lives being laid open in the electronic world, our privacy taken repeatedly, one thing remains a constant in our feckless lives.

The dysfunctional postal system and the moron’s that run it.

Everyone and his dog want my zip code, Lowe’s, Home Depot, Radio Shack (in order to buy flashlight batteries that is a hoot), now it is Tractor Supply for a paltry handful of flat washers. So again, the zip code goes out … and herein lies the rub.

The U.S. Post Office cannot find me, even when everyone who ever made a dime in retail has my zip code.  Yesterday I am home ALL DAY I did not leave the property.  In my mailbox I find a notice that requires me to drive nine miles to the Post Office to pick up a package “that they say could not be delivered because they were sorry I was not home and they missed me?”

So dutifully I load up in the family truckster and drive the nine miles.  As luck would have it, the line is short, I am doing well. 

The woman in line at the Post Office in front of me, makes an inquiry about her package to the attending postal clerk.  The post office representative said it would cost $2.40 for fast delivery or $1.30 for slower service. 

“There is no hurry,” she told the clerk, “just so the package is delivered in my lifetime.” 

The postmaster glanced at her and said, “That will be $2.40, please.”

“Next?” 

I walk up to the counter, lay the paper notice on the counter, the guy looks at it, and says,

“Can I have your zip code?”

Here we go again.  Repeat after me … It Is Not Your Circus … And These Are Not Your Monkeys.  It Is Not Your Circus … And These Are Not Your Monkeys.

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2 thoughts on “Zip Code Blues …

  1. Uh; the last time I was “forced” to go into a Radio Shack store to purchase the HDTV cable that was the length I needed, I was asked for my zip code. I calmly asked why he needed that information? Starting to go into a “War ‘n Piece” type explanation, I just told the clerk to forget it and I’ll just mosey on down the avenue to the Best Buy store. Not taking the time to draw a breath, the clerk then asked if I might want to “purchase” a Radio Shack benefit card? If looks could kill, that dude would be dead 12 times over !!!
    There are places that I know you cannot continue a transaction WITHOUT that info being given over, but for most all the others, one has to make a decision NOT to go through the hassle. It’s the same with your home phone number. I’ve purchased my tires for my vehicles from America’s Tires for years. When I take them in to have said tires ‘n wheels rotated, first thing they ask for is your phone number. BOOM ! up pops all your information on their computer, to which they then take your keys and proceed to complete said transaction. One is just NOT going to get away from Big Brother for ANY reason. It’s set in stone, and if we’ve learned anything from that Snowden guy that’s still stuck in Russia, need I say more?

    Well said, could not have done better myself Joey.

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  2. For the most part, I understand the zip code inquiry is a security question. If a person doesn’t know the zip code correlating with a bank card or credit card, the transaction is denied. I appreciate that in case my credit cards are ever stolen. Also, most stores also use the zip code question for marketing purposes to understand where their traffic is coming from. Generally, the zip code question doesn’t bother me, it’s when they ask for my email address or mailing address I say NO.

    I have never gotten into cell phones, or even answering the front door for that matter. If I want to see or talk to someone I answer. Most of the time I do not answer. And if someone wants to track me, they’ll be very disappointed. I wander around the woods, cook and do chores. Whoop deee doo! :)

    I understand it, and know the reasons behind it. What I cannot stand is how they rudely demand it of you, like they are entitled to it or something like that.

    Last time one of them barked at me, I gave ’em Denver, Colorado, then retail bozo sez … “Where is that?” and I said, “You wanted it, that is it.”

    Let ’em figure it out for themselves, give ’em something to do.

    Wandering around the yard and cooking that is a hoot. You write, you nurse animals back to health, and you occasionally you make me smile … that is worth tracking down in my book.

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