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Magazine 'Free Gift' Leaves Something To Be Desired
I'm trying to reform myself when it comes to dealing with mail. And by mail, I mean the old-fashioned kind that gets delivered to your house 6-days-a-week rather than the type that shows up on your computer 24/7.
My wife and I have a tray on our home's built-in butlers pantry that we've designated for all new old-fashioned mail.
Our original goal was that new mail would only stay there briefly before being moved to the bill organizer, put into the filing file folder, shredded or pitched.
Unfortunately, that's not how it has worked out.
The mail has been getting put in the tray, but then we don't deal with it right away, so the stack gets higher and higher until we have an incident like we had last week where the pile toppled over covering our cat who happened to be strolling by in credit card check offers, bills and spring gardening catalogs.
It rather traumatized her. Rather than sauntering by the pantry like she's done for years she now gallops past it, obviously afraid that she's going to be beaned again in the head by a Plow & Hearth catalog.
Ever since the mailanche, I've been trying to be better at dealing promptly with the mail. So last Friday I was reviewing that day's pile when I came upon an envelope that I would normally toss without a second glance.
It was a magazine offer from Fortune magazine. The envelope said "Do Not Bend." I thought that was curious for a magazine offer, so I opened it up. The reason the envelope said "Do Not Bend" was because it contained a free gift enticing me to subscribe to Fortune.
It was a bookmark.
With an imposing name like Fortune, you'd practically expect the free bookmark to be made of gold just to show me that if I truly wanted to make a fortune that Fortune magazine is the-end-all-be-all, absolute only source that wannabe fortune pursuers should turn to for advice on how to both make and spend a fortune and that because Time, Inc. -- the publishers of Fortune -- had sent me a gold bookmark that I would be completely daft not to subscribe to their magazine.
At least, that's what I expected.
But sadly, the bookmark was not made of gold or any metal for that matter. It was not even made of plastic. No, this bookmark was made of cardboard and when I say it was made of cardboard, it was actually about the thinnest piece of cardboard they make. It was kind of like heavily starched typing paper.
It was rather disappointing. I could use some good fortune right now. Do you have any idea how much a pet psychiatrist costs for a cat who has been traumatized by mailanche?
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