I left an office today and it felt like I was escaping a pop quiz: the manager wanted a rating, the assistant wanted a rating, the receptionist wanted a rating on the whole office. Then I get home and my big-box delivery is basically begging me to rate the seller, the driver, the box, the air inside the box... (I didn't even open it yet, but sure, 5 stars for existing, I guess.) Even the post office on S Rainbow is holding my tracking receipt hostage until I click the happy smiley face like I just won the lottery. At this rate (pun intended), I'm waiting for the day my coffee asks me to rate its pour, my dog wants feedback on his zoomies, and my mirror requests a selfie review. “Be honest, how's the hair today?" Who else is drowning in 5-star requests? Are we all just professional raters now?
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