There is this one credit card company here in Montreal (the
name isn't important, and besides, why would I give these
bozos free publicity) that keeps mailing me a credit card
application. And every time I get the "invite," I reply with
a creative note on the envelope saying something like...
- return to sender: addressee deceased after being
attacked by large gerbils and used as ink blotter fodder
- return to sender: addressee had a sex change, moved
to Northern California and opened a health food store
- return to sender: addressee deceased after tricycle
accident and was subsequently trodden over by a band of wild
elephants, and now resides in the National Gallery as a
really cool wall hanging.
And yet, I still get this crap in the mail. Trouble is that I still don't know whether they keep sending because they haven't gotten the hint, or they just want to see what I'll write next.
Enough fun. Back to work.