I have given up complaining about cashiers asking me for a “good” phone number or e-mail address. First of all, I’m flattered, but I’m happily married. Second, even if I concede that you actually need my data, why specify that it must be “good”? Are they the type of people who ask for information in other contexts (the club, the gym, wherever else undesirable people are making overtures)? Anyway, the editor in my cringes when I hear that. Unnecessary words make me sad.
That said, I encountered a barista recently who was asking for “a good name” to call out when the patron’s coffee was ready. “A good name.” OK, that’s a bridge too far. I must comment on that.