You spammed my inbox, even after I told your store cashier in clear, specific words:
I.
Don't.
Want.
Spam.
Do.
Not.
Spam.
Me.
If your salesclerks don't know what "Spam" is, tell them.
And while you're at it, take back your stupid card that does not mean anything more than you are invading my privacy.
I am sorry now that I felt sorry for the overworked, haggard, tired woman behind the counter who seemed pressured to push the stupid card in my face.
I went to your web site and "unsubscribed" (ten minutes of my life I won't get back).
One more spam, and you are fired.
