I’m at a clothing store trying to buy a plain grey hoodie. The cashier asks for my email for the receipt.
I say, “No thanks, man. Just the hoodie is fine.” He stops scanning, looks me dead in the eyes, and whispers, “Please just give me a fake one. My manager tracks my capture rate.”
I panic and blurt out, “batman
@gmail.com.”
He types it in, nods slowly, and says, “Thank you for your service, Bruce.”