|The recycling bin was stuff with these|
in my mail room.
The branch manager at the local Chase knew my name once. But only on the day I closed my account.
They allowed my account to be emptied. Twice. Shit happens, and I got all my money back.
But they had me stand in at the costumer service counter for over on hour while they printed one form at a time for me to sign. I was with my then infant twins who were over heating in their stroller. There were plenty of empty chairs for the 1%, but they had me stand.
So FU Chase. Don't kill a tree and call me neighbor.
And what is this American Express is using Face Book to promote a program called Small Business Saturday. If I were allergic to irony I wold be dead now.