2005aug08. Changing address at credit card junction.
That’s what I should have said, actually. But a robot without credit is a sad robot.“Mr. Robot, I’ve noticed you’ve been a customer of [credit card company] for over 14 years, and I was wondering why you haven’t taken advantage of our cash-back blah blah blah blah upsell upsell card?”
“It’s funny you should ask that. Several years ago, I phoned your company and reported that my card was missing. You sent me a new one. I took my girlfriend out to dinner for her birthday, and somehow the old card magically re-appeared in my wallet. So of course I got to speak to security that evening. Instead of realizing what had happened, the security agent brought the hammer down and warned me not to “escalate” matters when I asked for his supervisor. Just a total dickhead who chewed me out on the phone. So, since my employment has been rather spotty the last n years, I haven’t been able to get a new credit card. I’m holding onto yours until I can jump to a new company, then I’m going to kick you guys into the mud.”
“Ha ha! Okay, you take care, now, Mr. Robot.”