Kroger Grocery Store in Batesville:

I am writing to inform you that I don’t like you. I don’t like the way you are laid out, I don’t like your poor selection, I don’t like your funky smell and most of all, I can’t stand the way nobody who works at your store can grasp the concept that I neither have nor want a Kroger card. I only stop at Kroger when I’m on my way home and realize I need milk or mustard. Otherwise, I stay as far away from your stinky store as possible, so it just isn’t worth my time or the valuable space on my keychain for the little plastic card. However, it seems to dumbfound your employees when they ask for my Kroger card and I say I don’t have one. They then ask for my phone number so they can use that instead of swiping my card so I must repeat myself that I do not have a Kroger card and no, I don’t have a phone number of a friend who does and no, I do not want to sign up for one. After the cashier is done looking down on me for my obvious inferiority, he or she usually punches in their own phone number. I’m sure this action is against the rules, but I don’t really care since I get a little discount and the cashier gets points toward a free set of dinnerware or whatever it is they’re trying to win, everybody is a winner. Except me, because I see every trip to your stench-ridden store as a small defeat in my quest to not go into places that make me want to vomit.