L.L. Bean

L. L. Bean blew my mind away! I went to the store to get some jeans....I wanted a well-built, comfortable pair after my last ones bit the dust. More on that later though.

At the register, I had over the jeans and my credit card and the clerk asks me if I'd like the receipt emailed.

Whoa.

I stare at him for a few seconds wondering if this is going to result in a lengthy "what's your email can you spell that conversation". I don't don't want spam.

However, I already get spam from L. L. Bean so what's the harm. I say yes, email me a receipt.

He swipes my card, looks at me, and says," your email address is [redacted]@gmail.com?"

Whoa!

The invasion of privacy flags fly up, then I realize that information is stored on my credit card. Like my billing address and phone number, of course my email address is on there.

To apologize for the dumb look on my face, I say, "No one has ever asked me if I wanted a receipt emailed before."

And the guy, patient as retailers can be, "Well it saves paper and we can save the receipt in our system for a couple years. If you ever want to know what you bought, we can look it up for you."

WHOA!

Pretty cool. And helpful! I'm glad I did it too because now I want to return the jeans. They were my first pair of Mom-jeans....yeah I bought a pair of normal jeans, not boot-cut stretch denim with rhinestone pockets or anything like that. Just normal, well-built jeans.

And I hate them. I want my silly boot-cut stretch denim back. The mom-jeans sit too snug on the waist, have too much room in the hips, and my husband asked in all seriousness, "Are you wearing my pants?"

They gotta go.