Yesterday I received my first piece of junk mail. I'm not talking fliers, but an application for one of those credit cards from a financial institute no one has ever heard of with a "Guaranteed Prize" with every approved application. Oooooo
Should I feel honoured that somehow I'm now on the grid as they say? I kind of feel like Navin Johnson when he got his name in the phone book, jumping up and down saying "I'm a somebody!". (True movie geeks will get that reference)
But then I think, how is it that I'm being solicited for a credit card when I still don't have a bank account? Someone out there is willing to let me borrow their money, but the Bank isn't willing to deposit my paycheque?
That just doesn't make any sense on so many levels.
And then I start to wonder, how did they get my name and address? Whose database was my information sold from?
Deep disturbing questions that I'm far too tired to try and answer.
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Just wait until you get called for jury duty. That was one of the weirder happenings of being "on grid" (as you put it) while in Cali.
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