At what point did the employee working the Canadian Tire gas station suddenly become my financial consultant, as well?

 

 Ya know...Being hit up for countless upgrades is insulting enough. It's akin to saying, "NO, sir. That EXTORTIONATE $50 dollars in gas you purchased from me WASN'T enough. Can I have your first born as well?". Today, when I went to pay for my gas, they additonally tried to hit up for the following: drinks, cigarettes, candy bars, chips, newspapers, and even a carwash. When I politely said "No thanks.", they actually got offended.

 

 "Why not?", the attend exclaimed.

 

 I was absolutely shocked. "Well, let's see..." I responded. "I just shelled out $50 to your store, already. For a product that cost me HALF as much less than 3 months ago. I'll pass on the junk food. Because quite frankly, I enjoy being able to use the same weight belt I did when I was 16. I'll pass on the cigarettes. As I honestly feel lung cancer would just put a kink in my active lifestyle. I already read the news this morning. And if I'm too damn lazy to wash the car by hand, I think that's a sad commentary on my overall, physical condition. Now wouldn't you agree?".

 

 At this point, you'd think he'd take the hint.

 

 Well, you'd be wrong.

 

 "How come you're paying with Visa? You need this." he says. Handing me a application for MASTERCARD. "And if you sign up, you'll save a few pennies every time you fill up.".

 

 Now? I'm just, plain offended.

 

 For the sake of arguement, I'm going to play "Devil's Advocate" on behalf of this insightful gentleman.

I am aware some of us "motorcycle enthusiasts" , with our copious amounts of tattoos, and white-trash attire, quite often fail to pass as the most intelligent of individuals. The likes of which may possibly result in us being labeled an obvious mark. That much, I conceed. However. It would require a substantial degree of "daftness" on my part, possibly on par with that of mere dirt, for me to leap at such an opportunity over a "few pennies".

 

 "So just so I understand you....", I comment. "You want me to acquire ANOTHER piece of plastic....ON TOP of the one I already own...The likes of which, is ever LESS practical than the one I currently own...Dispensing all my private information....The likes of which, will undoubtably be sold to someone else at my expense....Just so YOU can make a signing bonus? And I'm expected to do this, in the middle of one of THE WORST recessions in history?"

 

 "And you can fill all this out at home!", he proudly proclaims.

 

 And people think I'm daft?