The supermarket had just opened a week ago. I stepped inside, greeted by the overzealous air conditioning and a chorus of cheerful jingles. My cart’s wheels squeaked as I made my way through the aisles, noting the pristine displays and too-good-to-be-true prices. At the back, near the staff-only door, I noticed a clipboard lying unattended on a low shelf. Out of curiosity, I peered at the top page—a spreadsheet of names and addresses. My address was on it.
Heart pounding, I snapped a photo with my phone, trying to appear casual as a stock clerk ambled by with a forced smile. What was this list doing here? Why was my personal information recorded? I spent the next few days calling customer service and emailing their corporate contact—each time met with vague assurances and no answers. But then, an email finally arrived, not from the supermarket but from a local law firm representing them, warning me about “unauthorized access” to their documents. Now, I have more questions than answers, and it feels like I’m being pushed into a corner…
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