KodiaX987
May 11, 2006, 07:06 PM
So I got this letter a while ago to tell me that I had been pre-approved for a Petro-Points Master Card. All I had to do was send back the little coupon after having written my information down and there you go!
I tore up the letter and promptly stuck it into the recycle bin.
A few weeks later, I get a call from Petro-Points Master Card...
Fucker: Hi! I'm calling you on behalf of Petro-Points Master Card and to tell you that you have been pre-approved for a new Petro-Points Master Card with great advantages, including 2% off all gas prices at Petro Canada! Am I speaking to [Shurikane]?
Me: Yeah.
Fucker: And your phone number is ###-####?
Me: Yeah.
Fucker: And you are still living at ###, #### Street in #######?
Me: That's right.
Fucker: How long have you been living there?
Me: 'Bout two years...
Fucker: Great! You are still a student I believe?
Me: Yeah.
Fucker: Can I know your yearly revenue please?
Mom's in front of me and gesturing "what the hell's going on?" I gesture back about the credit card, at the mention of which mom has a reaction similar to a devout christian meeting a satanist.
Fucker: Sir? Are you still there?
Me: You're calling for... that Master Card thing again?
Fucker: Yes! You've been pre-approved for it! Soon as I get the remaining information from you, it'll be in the mail and on its way.
Me: ...what?
I froze. I completely choked on that one. My mind couldn't make the link between "pre-approved" and "in the mail". A "yes, OK, send it over" was missing between the two. And phrase which I had not said once or ever in the conversation.
Me: Hang on, I didn't approve of this card myself.
Fucker: Well, all you have to do is fill in the rest of the info and we'll send the card right over in the mail.
Me: Tell you what, I'll call back.
Fucker: You don't want our Petro-Points Credit Card?
Me: I'll think about it for a while and--
Fucker: But sir, you'll be missing out on great advantages! It's a no-fee credit card which gives you 2% off your gas bill everytime you buy fuel at Petro Canada, and you get to score Petro-Points wherever you shop and nfanfan a ndhjd09d jdqnd 3r f cqc3 3f3 f vc qc083 q3q...........
He went on for a complete 3:45 minutes (clocked) of explaining the advantages. Mom was in the background ordering me to hang up the phone right now.
Me: Sir, thanks a lot, I'll just call back.
Fucker: Would you like us to call you later on then?
Me: No, you don't call me; I'll call you.
Fucker: All right. Would you like our phone number so you may reach us again?
Me: N-- (whoa, bronco!) Yes, yes please.
Fucker: It's 1-800-###-####.
I draw the numbers in the air with my finger to make sure my timing is believable.
Me: Thanks, bye-bye.
Of course, I never called back.
So, for the impatient n00bs who didn't have what it took to read through the long post (HA!) here's a rundown of everything this guy can do wrong in life:
-Collect information and send me a credit card without my explicit consent. (I never even once said "yes, I want it" throughout the whole conversation and yet the guy was telling me it would be sent the minute I completed his form and hung up.)
-Takes WAY TOO LONG to explain a bunch of advantages that no one's interested in.
-Goes by the name of "Eric", even though that "Eric" sounds very much like a freshly immigrated "Mohamed".
-Will almost certainly call back within a week.
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I tore up the letter and promptly stuck it into the recycle bin.
A few weeks later, I get a call from Petro-Points Master Card...
Fucker: Hi! I'm calling you on behalf of Petro-Points Master Card and to tell you that you have been pre-approved for a new Petro-Points Master Card with great advantages, including 2% off all gas prices at Petro Canada! Am I speaking to [Shurikane]?
Me: Yeah.
Fucker: And your phone number is ###-####?
Me: Yeah.
Fucker: And you are still living at ###, #### Street in #######?
Me: That's right.
Fucker: How long have you been living there?
Me: 'Bout two years...
Fucker: Great! You are still a student I believe?
Me: Yeah.
Fucker: Can I know your yearly revenue please?
Mom's in front of me and gesturing "what the hell's going on?" I gesture back about the credit card, at the mention of which mom has a reaction similar to a devout christian meeting a satanist.
Fucker: Sir? Are you still there?
Me: You're calling for... that Master Card thing again?
Fucker: Yes! You've been pre-approved for it! Soon as I get the remaining information from you, it'll be in the mail and on its way.
Me: ...what?
I froze. I completely choked on that one. My mind couldn't make the link between "pre-approved" and "in the mail". A "yes, OK, send it over" was missing between the two. And phrase which I had not said once or ever in the conversation.
Me: Hang on, I didn't approve of this card myself.
Fucker: Well, all you have to do is fill in the rest of the info and we'll send the card right over in the mail.
Me: Tell you what, I'll call back.
Fucker: You don't want our Petro-Points Credit Card?
Me: I'll think about it for a while and--
Fucker: But sir, you'll be missing out on great advantages! It's a no-fee credit card which gives you 2% off your gas bill everytime you buy fuel at Petro Canada, and you get to score Petro-Points wherever you shop and nfanfan a ndhjd09d jdqnd 3r f cqc3 3f3 f vc qc083 q3q...........
He went on for a complete 3:45 minutes (clocked) of explaining the advantages. Mom was in the background ordering me to hang up the phone right now.
Me: Sir, thanks a lot, I'll just call back.
Fucker: Would you like us to call you later on then?
Me: No, you don't call me; I'll call you.
Fucker: All right. Would you like our phone number so you may reach us again?
Me: N-- (whoa, bronco!) Yes, yes please.
Fucker: It's 1-800-###-####.
I draw the numbers in the air with my finger to make sure my timing is believable.
Me: Thanks, bye-bye.
Of course, I never called back.
So, for the impatient n00bs who didn't have what it took to read through the long post (HA!) here's a rundown of everything this guy can do wrong in life:
-Collect information and send me a credit card without my explicit consent. (I never even once said "yes, I want it" throughout the whole conversation and yet the guy was telling me it would be sent the minute I completed his form and hung up.)
-Takes WAY TOO LONG to explain a bunch of advantages that no one's interested in.
-Goes by the name of "Eric", even though that "Eric" sounds very much like a freshly immigrated "Mohamed".
-Will almost certainly call back within a week.
<font size=-1>[ This Message was edited by: KodiaX987 on 2006-05-11 17:14 ]</font>