I got a postcard in the mail the other day. It promised me a great rate on a loan. I don’t need a loan, so I tossed it in the trash (as I do with most junk mail.) The next day, I got another one. And the next day I received 2. In the same day! I found this to be excessive. So I called the number listed on the card. Here is how the conversation went:*
“Yes, I’d like you to take my name off your mailing list.”
“I’m sorry ma’m I can’t do that.”
“You can’t take my name off?”
“No ma’m, I don’t have access to that list, it comes from Texas.”
“You can’t take my name off at all?”
“No, I’m sorry.”
“Ok, well what’s the number of the place in Texas?”
“I’m sorry, I don’t have that number.”
(well, isn’t that convenient)
“You have no way of getting that number?”
“Ok, well, what’s the name of the place in Texas?”
(she told me the name)
(she told me that too….though she pronounced the name of the town wrong.)
I haven’t looked up the place in Texas yet, but I’ll keep you posted.
Oh, and guess who got a postcard this weekend? No, not me…. Ben got one this time.
*this may not be how the actual conversation went, word-for-word….but it gives you the general idea.