Trading stamps and who can remember them became the focus of conversation the other night when my boss and I were having dinner with some business associates.
We realized they are one of those things that sort of fade away without your realizing it.
But those of us of a certain age recalled the little telephone dial dispensers the clerks used to crank out your green or yellow stamps, depending on where you shopped.
We were mainly an S&H Green stamp family. (It's sort of a testament to their resiliancy, I guess, that they're still around in a virtual format: S&H Greenpoints.) I think we probably pasted in a few Top Value stamps as well.
I don't remember getting anything but crap with them. The thing that stands out most is a hair dryer my mother picked out.
I was a teenager and trying to wear my wavy hair long without a lot of success. A blow dryer seemed like a requirement.
My mom didn't get the memo on blow dryers.
She came home from the Green Stamp store with a plastic bag that had a tube sticking out of it and a heat generator of some sort, though I don't recall that part.
Some of the younger people in our office, whom we polled the day after dinner, had no knowledge of trading stamps.
They don't know what they missed.