Dear Bank of America,
Though I would never in a million years reopen an account with your less than stellar institution, please continue to send me your solicitations. I enjoy watching my dog, Prue, do to those paper attempts to woo me back the same as what you did to my bank account during the three months that I was out of my mind, switching from my wonderful credit union to your disastrous excuse for a financial institution. As a matter of fact, I enjoy watching this shred-fest so much that I would like to take this opportunity to authorize you to add my address to all of your direct mailing lists.
Sincerely,
Chelle
About Me
- Chelle
- I am in my late twenties and live in Atlanta with my hubby, two labs, and three cats. I miss the Florida beaches and not having to drive in traffic.
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