By Andrea Rouda
EVERYDAY life can be annoying these days. You can’t do anything without getting an email or a text or a phone call afterwards asking you to write a review about your experience. Earlier today I brought my car in for an inspection at a local auto shop. When I paid, I was informed that if I write a review of my service and post it online I will get a free oil change whenever I need one.
First of all, who says I’m bringing my car to them for my next oil change? And secondly, I’m not in the business of public relations. Write your own reviews.
Each time I shop at at L.L. Bean, which I do often because it’s three miles from my front door and just about the only retail establishment still in business after Covid swept through, by the time I get home I’ve received an email from the store asking me to rate my purchase. Hey, I haven’t even had time to take it out of the bag yet—how do I know what I think of it? Not to mention, who cares how I feel? If I like my socks, does that mean you will like the same socks? No, is the correct answer, so what’s the point?
—Andrea Rouda blogs at The Daily Droid.