Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Jamie, you're not listening
Bumpy received another opportunity to be a Chase Sapphire Preferred Card holder, the card "that completes your lifelist."
Yesterday, I suggested to Mr. Dimon that he direct his credit card division to quit sending solicitations to my 89-year-old, living in a nursing home, father-in-law and instead send him a bottle of 18-year-old Scotch. Yet, in today's mail, another solicitation for the Sapphire card arrived.
Jamie, let me assure you, Bumpy's lifelist is dominated by two things, seeing his family as often as possible and a peaceful death. I've searched the vast amount of paperwork in the Sapphire envelope and could find nothing about either of those lifelist items; even in the small print. In fact, the average age of the people in your promotion appeared to be about 31. I'm betting a good number of them are sitting in tents right outside your office.
About the only thing I could find that might entice Bumpy is that the points never expire. We'd all be happy if you could make that same never expire offer to Bumpy.
Jamie, Jamie, Jamie, let me be more precise; Macallan Single Malt, 18 years in the barrel. That's what Bumpy wants along with his two sons sitting beside him each with a glass in their hand.
That's on Bumpy's lifelist.
Yesterday, I suggested to Mr. Dimon that he direct his credit card division to quit sending solicitations to my 89-year-old, living in a nursing home, father-in-law and instead send him a bottle of 18-year-old Scotch. Yet, in today's mail, another solicitation for the Sapphire card arrived.
Jamie, let me assure you, Bumpy's lifelist is dominated by two things, seeing his family as often as possible and a peaceful death. I've searched the vast amount of paperwork in the Sapphire envelope and could find nothing about either of those lifelist items; even in the small print. In fact, the average age of the people in your promotion appeared to be about 31. I'm betting a good number of them are sitting in tents right outside your office.
About the only thing I could find that might entice Bumpy is that the points never expire. We'd all be happy if you could make that same never expire offer to Bumpy.
Jamie, Jamie, Jamie, let me be more precise; Macallan Single Malt, 18 years in the barrel. That's what Bumpy wants along with his two sons sitting beside him each with a glass in their hand.
That's on Bumpy's lifelist.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
What's in Bumpy's Mail
My father-in-law moved to a nursing home over a year ago. Shortly after discovering ridiculously high late charges on his Discover card invoice because he forgot to pay the bill on time, my wife took over his finances, and she changed his mailing address to ours so she could handle his affairs in a timely manner.
Bumpy as we call him was and is one of the most kind and generous people you would ever meet. We knew that because he was a wonderful father and father-in-law. We also knew it from the volume of organizations to which he donated small sums every month. No issue with that. What was most striking was the amount of credit card solicitations he receives each month. (My late mother-in-law still receives offers for new cards as well.)
Anyone who thought the credit card industry had cleaned itself up should think again. I started to keep track of all the cards then quickly realized that all the credit card issuing companies were sending offers. Most of them claim to be pre-approved with a simple phone call to insure activation. Bumpy could run up quite a bill right from his wheelchair. All he'd need is a computer next to his bed and creative license.
Jamie Dimon doesn't follow this blog, but if he did, I'd tell him to quit wasting wood pulp on soliciting Bumpy for a credit card. If he want's to send something to Bumpy, send him a nice bottle of 18-year-old Scotch and someone to drink it with.
Bumpy as we call him was and is one of the most kind and generous people you would ever meet. We knew that because he was a wonderful father and father-in-law. We also knew it from the volume of organizations to which he donated small sums every month. No issue with that. What was most striking was the amount of credit card solicitations he receives each month. (My late mother-in-law still receives offers for new cards as well.)
Anyone who thought the credit card industry had cleaned itself up should think again. I started to keep track of all the cards then quickly realized that all the credit card issuing companies were sending offers. Most of them claim to be pre-approved with a simple phone call to insure activation. Bumpy could run up quite a bill right from his wheelchair. All he'd need is a computer next to his bed and creative license.
Jamie Dimon doesn't follow this blog, but if he did, I'd tell him to quit wasting wood pulp on soliciting Bumpy for a credit card. If he want's to send something to Bumpy, send him a nice bottle of 18-year-old Scotch and someone to drink it with.
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