After weeks of waiting, I finally got my chance to
win my very own island from Capitol One.
Sadly enough, I didn't win an island (so much for my fan scripts of
Lost now ever seeing the light of day!). But I did win the chance to (and I hope you're sitting down here because this is almost too good to believe) apply for a credit card! Man, I tell you I am the luckiest man on the planet.
Seriously, I hate to tell Capitol One, but I didn't apply for a credit card that features the Vols or the original starship
Enterprise from classic
Star Trek, so why am I going to be in a rush to apply for theirs? Is it just me or does everyone else get at least one credit card offer a day in the mail saying I've been preapproved because I'm managed to exchange oxygen and carbon dioxide so successfully all these years.
I've even received the same offer twice within a given week.
My thought, usually while I'm shredding the application because it's got all my useful info on it that would help a would-be identity theft person steal my identity (if only he'd take over my car payments, I'd let him!), is that I wonder if everyone is having to pay colossal interest rates just to fund the massive mail campaigns these companies go through in order to get these offers in my hands. It's sort of like Hechts here in Nashville. I swear they have coupons for 15% off the entire store (excluding anything you might actually want to purchase) in the paper every day and we get a circular from them with the same coupons at least once a week. I wondered if they might not be better served to lower the prices and not advertise 24/7 and pay for the mass mailings.
Of course, what do I know? I'm just the consumer...
UPDATE (11/03): Congratulations to Barry from Inn of the Last Home for correctly identifying that the quote used for the title of this post is from classic
Star Trek's great first-season episode "
The Naked Time." You win official Big Orange Bragging Rights.
posted by Michael Hickerson at 11/01/2004 02:29:00 PM |
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