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Right’s to One's Own Private Policy
By coni lea harris
Tuesday, January 14, 2003
With this weather going on, not being camping, not being able to get out to walk,
Paint War games and the most important been land grounded long enough, has not agreed with my attitude, nor my mood. So, the other day, around Halloween, I went to a friends in another state, we did some fall/winter sports, and I ended up with a ferocious sinus infection.
Since sinus infections do not go away by themselves, with the help of old home remedies, so you have to get dressed, look half way human, get in your car with blurry eyes, one hand blowing your nose, the other hanging on carefully, sliding the car, to the doctor’s office, sit another forty-five minutes to two hours waiting to see the guy, who will then confirm, “Yep, it’s a sinus infection.” then writes the prescription you are going to pay the girl up front, fifty bucks for, while she is writing you a receipt, you throw all your tissues in their waste basket, and refill pockets with theirs. It doesn’t end there, you have to traipse back to your car, go to the drugstore, and there is a twenty minute wait, to get sign up, your prescription order in, and then there is another mmmmmm, twenty to four hour wait at least.
Now, what happens at the counter is what started my writer’s wheels going. I am standing in line, I know two people in the store, out of maybe fifteen.
I am listening to the clerk ask the questions, my temperature started rising, my mind was not on the questions she was asking anymore, nor this story, it was I wondered, how many people get followed home from the drugstore, because some careless clerk just gave out this persons name, phone number, sometimes they’ll even repeat the address.
I thought, lady, I’m prepared for you, I rarely lose my pose, or temper in public when I see something is wrong, although I felt like a freighter had just ran over me, I still remained calm, just through gritted teeth, and a smile.
I handed her my prescription. She did it! She did exactly as I predicted, she began asking the same question, then saw, I had already written all the information down, she held it up in front of her, she read everything about what I had written down, which was false. (I corrected her later, with my note card)
I turned around, and looked at the one gentlemen, my hubby and I know very well, and just above my normal horsy tone, “It’s a good thing I know this man behind me, other wise, do you realize, you just gave him my name, phone number and where I live. Do you realize, all he has to do is follow me home if he were that kind of a person.”
I thought “grandma” behind me was going to have a heart attack, she gasped so hard, “Oh, dear, I never thought of such.” I felt guilty, so I let her go ahead of me.
The clerk’s face was a shade of sunset red. I felt in my heart to take pity on her, but I stood my ground. A few seconds later, I felt a hand on my shoulder, it was Jared, the one who I used as a guinea pig, curled his finger for me to come to him. I looked at the guy behind, and told him to go in front of me.
Jared, looked at me, “What was that all about?”
I explained to him, “Well what are you suppose to do, everyone says, your safety first, they want you to lock up your house, your car, get anti theft devices, carry your belongings a certain way so no one can pick pocket you, and then here comes the clerks, who read all your private information to everyone in the store,
So, as I am walking out of my local drug store, I immediately had this running thought through my "writer's mind".
I thought someone has got to take a stand of these people yelling out your address and everything else that you consider private.
Think of your life for a moment.
How many times have you been to your physician? How many times have you had to sign something, with your name, social security number, your phone number, oh and the big one,. address
What's, on your checks? If it's not on your checks, then the clerk ask for your number, ask to see your drivers license. Then she asks, “Is information correct, after she just sang it out to where the fourth person behind knows as much as you do. Maybe more.
All part of every day living. Right?
Are you sitting down, hang on to your armchairs, for this may really blow you away.
When I began this little crusade, of teaching women especially how to take a stand to keep their safety in check, I had one lady that told us,
“ A clerk gave me a hard time about using my card, that I had made, for giving to the clerks. I had to get her to call the manager, to accept my information and explanation.
The next morning, I read in the paper, two women were raped, one was murdered and there were four or five robberies, six home invasions. One of the women, was seen at a local convince store, the clerk had hand written all the information on the check. The clerk recalled, there were four or five men in the store and couple of other women.”
We trust everyone to up hold our wishes, and rights. This is one that we really need to take a stand on, I don’t know if they don’t realize they just put you in danger, or they think it can’t happen in their town, to you, or to them when they do it.
And, what about the person that you just gave your information to, such as a receptionist, cashiers, the clerk at your local video store, the clerk at the pharmacy counter, the bank clerk.
The one that really slays me is the telephone operator, can you please give me you credit card number, your name, and the list is endless.
Or how about lets confirm the address off the computer, read it out loud, so that the third person back can hear it too. No one knew you before you entered. Until now.
Your name please, mmm, "how do you spell it?" ""Phone number; you quietly and politely as you can to give it to them the information, then they in return repeat it as loud as they can.
And of course, “YOUR Birthdate.”
Try this for a reality check, your at the pharmacy, you have a prescription, your sick as almost dead.
It tickles me how you can never read a doctors handwriting that must be interpreted only by him.
So, then of course, the clerk tries the attempt of reading it out loud, to see if we agree with what our doctors said to us.
Thanks, you just announced, I have * % # . * ^ ??. Makes you feel like asking, can we have your medical history now?”
Now, you're a victim, of a circumstance, that could have been prevented, and as us citizens that are concerned about one's safety, of themselves, of loved ones, we need to take a stand to our own rights of privacy. There are ways that we can get what they need without giving a hunter, an easy prey. US.
You've been so careful. You don't even realize, and neither does the person that innocently gave the hunter, everything they needed to know.
My way of thinking is this.
If we have the right to say no, we have the right to vote, what to eat, sleep, and the right to things that make our worlds livable, then don't we have the right to take a stand to our own privacy that does not have to revealed when and where we do not want it revealed?
I guess I just had this thought. Every where you read, it seems that everyone is telling you, making you aware not to give out your credit card numbers, but yet they call, what’s your number, then they get mad when you tell them that you don't want them and everyone else to have your number, that links to your life, your work and the things that someone can take away with only a number that is to your everything.
It’s Our Right,
in the classes I was teaching, each person made a note card. Size is personal preference, keep it handy, away from your other belongings, then hand them the card, and ask them to please not read it aloud.
If they give you problems, don’t waste quibbling with them, have them call the manager.
Explain the reason, if he is understanding, then there won’t be a problem, if he isn’t bring out your safety defense, stand your ground. You might have just saved a life, or someone else’s by passing on the
Right’s to your
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|Reviewed by Alex Greene
|Reviewed by Rodney Bohen
Im laughing, hope im supposed to be? If not, just chalk it up to my humor often described as differing somewhat, all I can say, is that I hope you felt better after stamping your protest and dissertation to paper.
Thanks for the read girl, I'm walking away still smiling and amused...go girl!
Rodney Evan Bohen
PS...Sorry, still laughing, I sure hope Im supposed to be? Even if not......I am!
|Reviewed by m j hollingshead