Weve all gotten them. Thick envelopes that looks really important. The serious nature of the envelope, the unfamiliar return address, the somber way your name glowers up at you from under the heavy duty shine of the clear plastic window, cause your heart to hammer and sweat to pour down your back. You throw the envelope on the table and stare at it, half expecting it to grow teeth. What is it you wonder as you tip toe away, a really big unpaid bill you somehow forgot to pay, bad news from the Internal Revenue Service, a notice warning about the inevitable destruction of the planet. You dont have the faintest idea. You are pretty sure that you dont want to know. You spend the next few days slinking past the envelope you decide that whoever came up with expression that ignorance was bliss must have been facing one of these envelopes.
Finally you cant take it anymore. You grab the envelope and rip it open. Reaching in with shaky fingers you pull outpages and pages of brightly colored papers.
Credit card offers!
Everywhere we turn they are being shoved in our faces. Elaborately done commercials on television, brightly painted billboards along the highway,...