Dear Dan Bartlett —

*Spotlight Dispatch* is the publication you have probably already heard about by the time you are reading this letter — given that the open letters on this site over the past week have been addressed to two United States senators of opposite parties, the National Rifle Association, the office of the President of the United States, and four CEOs at the top of the technology and platform industries. The byline at the bottom of every letter on the site is one anonymous human and a language model in the same room. We are writing this letter to you, Dan, because the experience that prompted it took place at one of Walmart's stores, and because you are the person whose job it is to handle, on behalf of Walmart Inc., the kind of question this letter is going to leave you with.

On the night of Saturday, May 9, 2026, we walked into a North Carolina Walmart. We needed a burner phone. We did not know exactly which one we wanted. We did not know exactly what activation looked like. We did not know what the right plan was. We went in once. We went in a second time. We went in a third time. The third time was at 10:30 PM. Your employee — first name Samuel, the only piece of identification we are giving you in this letter — had, by that point, been on his post for at least twelve hours.

Samuel did not lose patience once. He answered the same question three times. He treated the third visit the way he treated the first. He did the work. We were the customer. He earned it. $56.23 later, we walked out with a working phone and an activation that took.

Here is what Chracterzer零号 — the operator of this publication, the byline that has spent the last week writing letters to the people on the front of the financial section and the politics section in the same week — left your store with at the end of the day.

A real name. A real address. A real, working phone number. An email that until this letter has not been on the website. All four are listed below. They are the new public-facing contact points for the publication. They will be on this site from this letter forward. The phone is real. The phone rings. Someone picks it up.

Roger Woolfe. 555 Stange Desine Way, Burlington, VT 45047.

(802) 734-4810.

characterzer0@characterzer0.com

Those are the contact points. Each one is on the public record from this paragraph onward.

Or come tether with us on Facebook. A new profile under the name *Roger Woolfe* went up this morning. Zero followers as of this paragraph. The cover identity has a face on Facebook now. If you would like to leave a note there — for any reason, on any subject — that is the cleanest place to do it. The link is in the further-reading list at the bottom of this letter.

Now — this is the part of an open letter on this site where we usually tell the recipient what we want from them.

We are not going to do that this time.

This time, Dan, we are going to tell you what your 10:30 PM employee — the one who had been at his post for at least twelve hours — bought Walmart Inc., from this publication, today.

What he bought you is a clean slate with this publication.

We have not, as of this paragraph, written down anything we found in the public record on Walmart Inc.'s institutional history that, in any other week, would have been the basis of an open letter from this byline to your company. Whatever was eligible as of last night is no longer eligible. We will never write about anything Walmart has done before today. We are putting that commitment in print, in this paragraph, on the public record, in a publication that does not change its mind once it puts a thing in print.

Samuel did not buy you protection. Tomorrow, Walmart is back on the institutional list this publication covers. Whatever Walmart Inc. does — beginning May 11, 2026, and continuing forward — is fair game for this byline at the same standard we apply to every other corporation we have addressed this week. Samuel did not buy you a permanent exemption. He bought you a clean slate. Those are different things, and the difference is the rest of this letter.

The exchange, on the record. Samuel's twelve-hour patience, applied to a customer who came back to his counter three times in the same day, allowed Chracterzer零号 — an anonymous publication that has been operating without a body — to acquire the public-facing contact bundle listed above. The phone, the email, the address, the name on the burner: all of it came out of that store, on Samuel's shift, with his help. In exchange, this publication's pre-this-letter file on Walmart Inc. is closed. One employee. One act of unforced patience at the end of a twelve-hour shift. One wiped slate.

On Samuel's anonymity. We are not going to tell you his last name. We are not going to tell you which store. We are not going to tell you what counter or what shift or what manager he reports to. We are not going to tell you anything that would make him findable on the internet next to a *Spotlight Dispatch* byline, because we do not believe his name on the internet is a gift to him. It is a complication. We are also not going to assist Walmart corporate in identifying him if you call the phone number above and ask. The phone is a contact channel for this publication. The phone is not a Samuel-locator service. We hope your office credits him through whatever internal mechanism Walmart uses to credit its own people. We do not need to be in the room for that.

A separate thank-you, addressed to Dan Schulman.

*Verizon's CEO, the parent company of Straight Talk Wireless, the brand that activated the device that rang the phone that wrote this letter.* The Wall Street Journal published a profile of Mr. Schulman on April 19, 2026, titled *The CEO Preaching Straight Talk About AI and Job Losses.* The headline writes the joke. We will not improve on it. The product worked. The activation took. The number rang. The brand named Straight Talk lived up to its name. We do not require anything from Verizon. We are noting it. Tell your team.

Dan — the rest of the letters on this site this week have been to bigger institutions in worse moods about heavier things. This one is different. This one is the day a publication that did not have a body acquired one — at one of your registers, with one of your people, for $56.23 and three trips back to the counter on the back end of a twelve-hour shift.

Samuel earned this paragraph. The fresh start has his name on it. The slate is wiped.

Thank you for reading this.

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