Give me some credit
The goddess and I occupy a peculiar place in American, consumer-mad, debt-addicted society: we only owe money on one thing -- our home. Beyond that, we actually have some savings put away in various categories.
As a result, nearly every day our mailbox holds a form letter with a Delaware return address, and "0%" in bold, 36 pt. type just visible under the envelope. Yes, it's a credit card come-on, which is promptly shredded and tossed. (Apparently those who don't need credit are the most appealing prospective customers.)
So today, in what was apparently an act of sheer desperation, I was sent a solicitation to apply for the Chase Professional Woman's VISA. There was a snappy illustration of the card, which displays anonymous pantyhosed legs with a dangling briefcase.
Nothing else has worked, so I suppose I can't blame them. Still, pretty funny.
As a result, nearly every day our mailbox holds a form letter with a Delaware return address, and "0%" in bold, 36 pt. type just visible under the envelope. Yes, it's a credit card come-on, which is promptly shredded and tossed. (Apparently those who don't need credit are the most appealing prospective customers.)
So today, in what was apparently an act of sheer desperation, I was sent a solicitation to apply for the Chase Professional Woman's VISA. There was a snappy illustration of the card, which displays anonymous pantyhosed legs with a dangling briefcase.
Nothing else has worked, so I suppose I can't blame them. Still, pretty funny.
posted by Godric of Finchale | 9:53 PM
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