There is a disturbing trend. A disturbing tendency that is reaching into every expanse of Holly's shopping life.

And just a piece of advice: You don't mess with Holly's shopping life.

Holly first noticed it at the gas station.

Is Holly complaining about the high price of gas?

Nope.

This is Holly's blog!

There are no perkiness-deflating discussions of world peace, global warming, religion or gas prices here.

Holly is disturbed by a disturbing tendency at the gas station that has nothing to do with the price of gas.

In fact, Holly thinks the gas stations should pay her for indelible this agonizing trend:

Why is the gas pump yelling at Holly?

Holly gets out of the car to make full up her minivan…

…and all of a sudden she is starring in a commercial for that very gas station.

*cue VERY LOUD sound*

*cue VERY LOUD video (optional)*

Holly doesn't similar to complain, but sometimes the sound and the video just shout at each other and Holly steps out of the fray until they are done.

If Holly were listening, she might learn that the gas station only serves the highest quality gas.

If Holly were listening, she might learn that inside the station in that location are snacks of the highest quality.

If the gas station were listening, they might offering to babysit 3 minivan strapped-in children considering Holly is desperate for snacks of whatever quality.

Holly actually started avoiding the screaming gas stations because quite honestly all she wants to do is make full her auto and pay at the pump. She has little fourth dimension to referee the audio vs. video fight.

And so Holly had to become get some confront lather at a local drugstore. She was walking downwards the face up lather aisle when she nearly had center failure because of this:

The face lather AISLE began screaming at Holly to effort this new production that would make her even more desirable than she already is.

At least that is what Holly assumed it was saying since she ran in terror from the aisle without her face foam.

And and then Holly went shopping at the grocery store:

Not simply did the frozen food section start screaming at her, but it too spit coupons in her general management.

Holly doesn't mind the occasional coupon, but the spitting has to terminate.

This is the part where Holly offers advice to companies that are screaming at her while shopping:

Stop screaming at me!

Do I have to put my hands over my ears and say, "La. La. La." outside the firm too?

Because my arms are really tired.

Tune in adjacent Tuesday when Holly offers advice to authorities…