Why I Love Snail Mail Junk Mail

Re: Why I Love Snail Mail Junk Mail.

And where do you plan to send the bill to...As I posted the application was blank and had no pre-filled info...

There is also a secondary issue. Since I didn't request to be bombarded by this junk mail, shouldn't the mailer be required to pick up the cost of my handling and recycling their junk mail. because their is cost associated with it.


So you wouldn't pay it, but I bet more people than you'd think would :D
 
I have a client that takes their other junk mail and loads it up into the largest postage paid return envelope out of the junk mail, then sends it all to them.

I watched her load an envelope until it had to cost 5 dollars in postage.

Pretty funny.
 
I have a client that takes their other junk mail and loads it up into the largest postage paid return envelope out of the junk mail, then sends it all to them.

I watched her load an envelope until it had to cost 5 dollars in postage.

Pretty funny.

Typical Tennessee attitude. Goes right along with the phrase, "why don't you sh*t and fall back in it?"
 
Some years ago I worked at agency that was selling Mortgage Protection. The GA gave all the agents postpaid reply card to be mailed to prospects. A rookie agent unwittingly took his 100 cards and stapled them with the return address to the GA's office on the outside and mailed them. The two days later the GA was hopping mad when the postman delivered those 100 cards and charged the postage to the agency. That rookie then was hired by WalMart.
 
Typical Tennessee attitude. Goes right along with the phrase, "why don't you sh*t and fall back in it?"

I'm sure you meant that as an insult, but I'll take it as a compliment. After all, she didn't ask them to fill her mailbox with junk mail, and they did want a response.

Just like cold calling. Yes, it does work, but you are intruding yourself into their life and you deserve the response you get. It doesn't excuse being needlessly rude or insulting, but you have every right to be angry.
 
I'll take it as a compliment

It was meant as a compliment. I've spent too much time in Nashville and lower Kentucky, and sometimes miss the backward, folksy ways.

I used to wonder who it was that took a crap and then fell back in it. Eventually, I decided he was probably pushed back into it by an older family member.

And every time I drove by a picket fence, I would look to see if anyone was trying to eat some corn-on-the-cob through it.
 
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