I might as well have said, “The crow flies at midnight.”
It felt that cloak-and-dagger.
“Can I help you, sir?” asked the manager.
“Hi. I just want to cancel my membership.”
She frowned, nodded, walked behind the counter, grabbed a coupon and wrote on the back of it, handed it to me and immediately walked away.
I looked in my hand and there it was. The first step on my long journey out of The Stupid Tax.