My beef with the world today is mail. Not the mail service, although I've been on that soapbox before, but what actually arrives in my little postbox each day. Last night was especially choice: credit card checks, a credit card offer, a DVD-club membership solicitation, and a flier encouraging me to join a warehouse club. In these on-demand times, why isn't someone taking note that I NEVER order out of catalogs, that my commerce is almost purely of the 'e' variety, and that my credit card usage follows a supremely boring pattern month after month. Seriously, who is sitting in a darkened basement cubicle thinking that today is the day that CAR-RT SORT #VKN277-TR52 will break their habit and join Costco or a DVD club and pay for these adventures with credit card checks? It isn't going to happen, Mr. Man, so please stop sending me this stuff!

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