I’d rather have an enema before a job interview than look for a greeting card at the store. If there was a word stronger than hate, perhaps I’d use that. Any place with greeting cards makes you choose between a woman with abnormally large breasts, a dog or cat with human teeth, or a 6-second clip of a song that will ultimately get stuck in the person’s head who receives the card (and that person will hate you for it). And those are just the birthday cards for children. Somehow 400,000 card options feels like none at all to me. I need a Get Well Soon card for myself after looking for a good one.