Everything Is a Subscription, Including You
It’s just a couple of bucks
I tried to cancel something the other day.
Not a major thing. Not a mortgage. Not health insurance. Not one of those services where you have to decide whether keeping your family alive is worth the silver-tier plan.
Just one of those minor charges that shows up every month like a friendly relative with their hand out.
“It’s just a couple of bucks,” they say, while quietly reaching into your checking account and taking enough money to buy a gas station coffee and maybe one sad banana.
The cancellation process took three menus, a password reset, two confirmation screens, and what felt like a brief conversation with someone trained in emotional hostage negotiation.
“Are you sure you want to leave us?”
I don’t know, Kyle from Retention, I’m not even sure how this started.
