Did you know that by signing up for a new Chase Platinum Mastercard, you pay no interest for 15 months? Did you know that (for a limited time) in addition to there being no annual fee, there is also no balance transfer fee?
I know all of these things. How, you might ask, am I aware of these amazing facts?
Because Chase has taken it upon themselves to send me 12 envelopes in the last three months informing me of their wonderful offer!
The actual number of envelopes received in 2008 is probably closer to 16 or 17, but it took a while for my annoyance to churn over into curiosity as to how many I could collect while they keep showing up once a week. Well, by the twelfth week of collecting, my bemused curiosity has transformed back to a hearty, old-fashioned rage against the corporate machine. What in the hell is going on here? How can I stop this wasteful insanity?
At the very least, when they send me new offers, could they have the courtesy to add, “In case you haven’t gotten our last 11 offers that we dutifully sent out once a week…”
What do I do with all this junk mail? It seems anti-climactic to just toss them in the garbage. Do I mail them back to Chase? Should I construct an elaborate fort with them in our sunroom? Do I use them as kindling to set my neighbor’s garage on fire? Seriously you guys, I need some direction here.
Anyway, long story short, I got Bridgette and I three new credit cards.