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.
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