Screw special flying rates

This is a letter to all of you banking slaves whose main job is to nag people through the telephone, offering them credit card promotions.

Listen.

I understand that your job is based on targets, that you have to get a certain number of customers over a period of time. If I'm not interested in your product, I will say so, with nice tone. I'll say thanks but no thanks.

What pisses the hell out of me is when you call me endlessly, almost everyday, offering the same thing. You're telling me things that I've told you over and over again I don't need.

I do not get on that airline often, nor do I want a credit card that can give me special flight rates.

So pardon me if after the 435,876th time, when you call me, I'll just leave the phone open and let you talk to, well, the air. Next time, I may even leave you on loudspeaker.

It's nothing personal. You're just doing your job, and being mercilessly annoying. And it doesn't help that your name is the same as my boyfriend's ex.

Bitch.