Laurie and I carpool to and from work. It is great. We save on gas and on our parking pass. So, all in all a good deal.
Everyday, when we get home, we stop by the mailboxes. Whoever is in the passenger seat gets out and gets the mail. Not too bad of a deal, I have to say.
Well, yesterday it was mine turn to get the mail. I run out and open up our mailbox. One bill for me. One letter for Laurie. Some junk mail for Current Resident. FIVE CREDIT CARD OFFERS FOR ME!
WHAT!?!?! First of all, how did they get my name. Second of all, why do you insist on sending me the same offer EVERY WEEK, mister credit card company. Third of all, if I haven't signed up yet, do you really think I am going to now?
AHHH!!! Not only is it annoying... but they are wasting paper. Just leave me alone!!!
When I was young, I used tell my parents, "I wish I got mail like you." And they would always reply, "No you don't. It's all bills." Well, they were almost right. Not that I love to get bills... but it isn't all bills. It is all credit card offers. And, I certainly don't want that!
How do I get off their lists... anyone?
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