Look at that receipt.
Look at it! Fourteen inches long.
I'm sure you're thinking to yourself, "Landee! What the heck did you buy down at the J.Crew? A HUNDRED things? Look how long that receipt is!"
Why no, my adorable and most likely favorite reader, I did not buy a hundred things. I didn't even buy FIFTY things. "Twenty-five?" you ask. No.
K, this is guessing game is getting old. The answer is ONE. I bought ONE thing. A scarf, if you really want to know. It is dang cute but this receipt is out of control.
At the top is the normal receipt-y stuff such as store name, date, what I purchased, subtotal, tax and total. Ok, that took up 5 inches, max. It then went on to give something called a "Sales Tax Analysis" in which it breaks down the tax rates for the town, state, county, city, district and something called "SPD." Totally needed info right there.
Then comes the prolific J.Crew return policy. A huge essay ending with their phone number, email address and website for "our full return policy." Cuz the 4 inches of 4 pt. font didn't do the trick apparently.
This is the kind of stuff that is filling up the landfills at an alarming rate--not all the soda cans I never recycle. Plus, I'm gonna have to fold this sucker, like, 5 times to get it to fit into the little "receipt keeping" spot I have in my wallet and my wallet is gonna be all bulgy now.
Thanks a lot, J.Crew. I thought you'd be more tree-huggy.
Signed, my wallet and Mother Earth