Macrolog
A Letter from the Bank
I received a letter from my bank this morning, and it goes a little something like this:
Dear Mr. Conroy
I would be obliged if you would contact me directly at this office in connection with your recent Visa card application.
Yours sincerely
The Assistant Manager
I’m not sure what to make of that. It’s kinda ambiguous, don’t you think? Maybe they just want to vet me, take a look at me to see if I’m a worthy credit risk. It’ll be an opportunity for me to let them know that, like, I have a degree and stuff.
What should I wear? I’ve only got jeans and t-shirts. Will that give them a good or bad impression? Should I shave? I mean my beard has been getting kinda bushy lately. Do beards signify a good or bad credit risk? Maybe I should work on my posture over the weekend. I do tend to slouch a bit too much.
But hey, I could be worrying about nothing. Maybe they just want to get me in to sign some papers and then they’ll give me my card so I can head straight into town and max out in less than an hour. Yeah, that’d be fun.
Fri 23 Aug 2002 at 23:44 ·
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