As a new “Platinum Member” of Bank of America’s Visa line of credit, I get a miniature card to wear on my keychain, like a Safeway rewards program tag. It’s about a quarter of the size of a regular credit card and the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen. It’s like, wow. You’re too lazy to even take it out of your wallet. It has to be hanging there with your car key. Damn.
What good is Bank of America to me, anyway? My favorite place to eat around work is the $2 Vietnamese sandwich shop on 6th. They make this huge old sandwich with lots of meat and vegetables you wouldn’t necessarily expect in a sandwich, then squirt it down with mayo, plum sauce, and that Rooster Sauce at Pho places. They’re awesome. And the point is: they accept nothing but cash, like all of the world’s most earnest establishments.
Admit it, BoA: the only convenience this card affords me is the convenience of using your card, instead of just going to an ATM like any reasonable person. If I want to use the card, I can afford to reach into my wallet. People lazy enough to put this on their keychain do not deserve credit in the first place.
By the way, BoA: thanks for like the new card and stuff.
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