Why does retail want my details?

[nerdy_guy]

UK News:

Nosey cashiers have turned shopping into a Stalinist nightmare for Wendy Holden .

What do an ironing board, a haircut and a case of wine have in common? In order to get them, I was expected to hand over information I’d think twice about giving a policeman.

It was on a sunny Friday morning in Majestic Wine Warehouse that my problems began. I’d popped in to replenish our stocks of Côtes de Provence rosé. When I handed over my debit card at the till, the assistant asked for all my details – address, phone number, email, mobile phone – to put on a computer. When I asked why, as I didn’t need credit or to have the stuff delivered, he said it was so I could receive information about Majestic events, plus a copy of the company magazine.

Luckily, my social life is full enough not to depend on promotional events by wine retailers, and I buy more glossy magazines than I ever get through, even if the Majestic one has Catherine Zeta-Jones on the cover. So I politely turned him down. His evident amazement was less surprising than the implication that my act was unprecedented in the history of the store.

But why? Why should retail outlets casually expect us to divulge personal information; even more amazingly, why do we go along with it? We have fought for personal freedom and the rule of law in two world wars, we have fiercely resisted the onset of ID cards, we see our homes as our castles and we fanatically shred every last supermarket receipt.

And yet in the shops we’re expected to hand over our emails, addresses and phone numbers like sheep. It even happens in John Lewis – yes, that national treasure of a store, byword for all that is best and British and decent. The other day I couldn’t even buy an ironing board there without relinquishing name, rank and serial number. “It’s a customer requirement,” said the assistant. But as I was taking the board with me, why? Is there something innately suspicious about people who iron?

What’s fine in the doctor’s surgery or passport application office is not fine in the high street if you’re not asking for credit or not arranging delivery. Yet, for refuseniks like myself, shopping is becoming a Stalinist nightmare. And while I doubt there has been any nefarious use of details thus garnered, I may have spotted a link between giving info willy-nilly and those tidal waves of junk mail and Nigerian banks spam in one’s inbox. Why should we hand over our privacy for others to profit from?

Earlier this week, the BBC highlighted how easy it is to give away personal data. Its technology correspondent booby-trapped a mobile phone application so that the owner’s private information – including passwords – could in theory be silently stolen and used for identity theft and other cyber crimes.

My identity crisis came to a head, as it were, in a hair salon in Cornwall last week. Having a rare hour to myself (husband and children having gone off to see Toy Story 3), I decided to get my hoary locks trimmed. Scene as follows:

Me (entering salon): Could you trim my hair, please?

Spiky-haired middle-youth on reception desk: Yeah, sure, no problem. I’ll just take a few details down on the computer [fingers poised over keyboard]. Name, address?

Me: Do you mind if I don’t? I just want a haircut.

Him (clearly stunned): But we always take people’s details. We need them to keep in touch with our customers.

Me: I’d rather not. All I want is a haircut.

By now the whole salon was staring at me and it was tempting to turn on my flip-flopped heel. However, I felt my position was reasonable and I wanted my hair cut. Whereupon the following conversation took place:

Haircutter (called Don, snip-snipping with his scissors): Look, about that computer thing, we only take personal details to keep in touch with our customers, OK? Build up a relationship. Keep them informed.

Me: Yes. But I just didn’t want to, that was all.

Don (still agitated): We’re not going to do anything with it. This information you don’t want to give us. Nothing funny or anything. [I don’t reply.] So, you on holiday?

Me (relieved he has changed subject): Yes

Don (sarcastically): Incognito, eh?

Me: Look, Don, I think you should just get over me not wanting to give you all my details. It isn’t necessary.

Don (aggressively): OK, OK, I am over it, OK. I am. Over it. Look, I’ll just cut in complete silence, shall I? Happy?

Actually, as Don’s sharp scissors were millimetres from my neck, I wasn’t that happy. I didn’t want to be the first martyr to the cause of the right of the individual to shop without full disclosure. The cut was finished in sulky silence. I paid – cash – and left.

[Gribble]

The clerk doesn't give a damn. His boss makes him ask. His boss probably doesn't give a damn, either. But his boss is behind that one.

Why? So they can keep track of trends. They can get an idea what the market's like in a particular area. So they know what sells where and who buys it. Or perhaps it's company loyalty. You get a marginal discount and some points in exchange for doing business here rather than next door. These tactics work. They make people wealthy.

If you don't want to share your information, that's fine. Don't.

[IndiReloaded]

I love when I return something and they insist I fill out a form with my contact info. Until I remind them I didn't need to provide it to purchase the same item. They drop it at that point.

[ecojeanne]

the problem with these marketing techniques is that eventualy the info gets sold to who knows...it's dodgy even at the best of times handing any info over. ID fraud is rampant because of these companies.

[nerdy_guy]

There was actually one time when I submitted a resume to a company. It never called me back. After a while, another company called to inform me of an interview. And there I saw it, my resume which I had passed from another company.

[Mish]

the problem with these marketing techniques is that eventualy the info gets sold to who knows...

My friend is openning up a business and he asked the other day where do you buy this info? So yeh, where do you buy it? I'll get a databank for him.

[vashti]

My daughter gets embarrassed because whenever we are shopping together and they ask for my phone number or email address, I turn them down. lol

[nerdy_guy]

My daughter gets embarrassed because whenever we are shopping together and they ask for my phone number or email address, I turn them down. lol

Maybe you should stick her into a bag of rice.

[Lipp]

From now on use a single thread and update it, having two dozen separate "story" threads is getting tiresome.

[IndiReloaded]

Maybe you should stick her into a bag of rice.

So she can ripen? What?? LOL.

[nerdy_guy]

So she can ripen? What?? LOL.

That's a medical procedure that I got from Vash. She's in the best position to answer that