SurlyUjest:
Hello.
I don’t have a credit card. I despise credit cards.
Back when I was broke and could have used a hand, the credit companies didn’t want to know me. They actively scraped me off. So I made it without the miserable sons of whores. Now I’m rich, and the little maggots crawl out of the woodwork and act like they’re my best buddy. They act like they are doing me a favor offering to loan me money I don’t need. They act puzzled when I don’t want to talk to them. They’d love to have me borrow 'til they own me and I’d never see daylight again. I take great joy in scraping them off.
It’s not just the 18+% interest rates. Those are just a limp, sorry joke; somewhat like your previous post.
It might be the constant juking. Those little inserts filled edge to edge with fine print that come with your bill. You know, the ones titled “Changes to Part 147a, Section B of your User Agreement”. The ones where they drop those zingers that slap charges on you if you terminate service. The ones where suddenly your happening credit card deal isn’t so sweet any more. The ones that make things as fucking complicated as possible, so now you’re spending time each month keeping track. The ones they’re hoping are too much trouble to read. The ones that should come with little packets of K-Y jelly.
They lead the charge to label people with credit trouble as ‘deadbeats’. They push to weaken the protection of bankruptcy laws. They advocate the return of debtor’s prison. Then they drop you if you don’t carry a high enough balance.
Or maybe it’s the way they collect sensitive personal information from you and cheerfuly broadcast it to the world on command. And then try to tell you that’s a ‘service’. Oh yeah, they’re ‘servicing’ you all right. There’s a word, it’s spelled privacy, and it means the right to be left the fuck alone to eat my dinner in peace. But let’s move on, look it up sometime.
Or it could be the fat percentage that credit card companies charge on the entire American retail world. Did you know that it costs the retailer several thousand dollars to get set up to accept credit cards? Care to take a flying guess who pays for that eventually? Did you know that the credit cards take about 6% off the top of each and every transaction? And they have been able to force retailers to charge the same prices for cash and credit, thus forcing cash customers to bear the cost of credit cards as well? That’s EVERYPLACE that takes credit cards. Woo hoo, party on the consumer! Everybody’s coming.
And then we have some individual who wants to sound off like it’s my duty as an American to be saddled with a rack of credit cards. What a dipshit idea! I’d say that credit cards are the spawn of Satan but I wouldn’t want to piss him off.
You want financially responsible? I pay my bills. I patronize small businesses that I want to see survive. I plan for retirement and then actually back that up with investments. I bank a goodly chunk of my income. I live within my means; something that would help our nation immensely if more of my fellow Americans would do.
I do rent a car occasionally. I am well aware of the procedure. When I show up at the rental counter I bring a corporate card and the transaction goes smoothly. If I ever want to cash qualify I will have that set up in advance too. If there’s a problem I have more sense than to take it out on the poor schmoe behind the counter. I can see from your attitude why you are a former travel agent. I sincerely hope that whatever you do now keeps you far away from anything that looks like a customer.
Wait! Don’t tell me, let me guess. You have 6 different credit cards. You buy many or most of your purchases with them. You are carrying a balance of at least several thousand dollars. You save less than 2% of your income. You drive a nice car that is less than four years old. At retirement time you will suddenly realize that you’re in the red because you lived your life in debt and were too dense to sock it away when you had the chance. You will whine through your nose for increases in Social Insecurity as though it was your God given right. Once a decade you peer into your dim, narrow little radar screen and don’t see a problem with any of that.
Goodbye.