Dear Bank of America,
We both know you have me by the short ones ever since I got a little carried away with my credit card in Vail. I pay you each month, on time, and above the minimum in hopes that we can one day go our separate ways.
What I don’t understand is the constant phone calls? Not to ask for money but to try to sell me frivolous service after service. Or, to warn me that you’ll do a better job of monitoring my credit score.
Bank of America, isn’t that a little rich? If you were so concerned about my credit score, would you really have extended me so much credit when I was only earning $8.75 an hour yet living in ultra-expensive Vail?
I feel like you’ve never really looked out for me, even in the good old days when we were inseparable – the bars, ski shops, hell…we even went to Mexico. I’ve never challenged you by disputing a charge in the 13 years we’ve been together.
Don’t I deserve a little better? At the very least, stop calling me to talk about nothing especially around lunch or dinner time.
I get it…it’s my own fault for being in the situation. But I just want to let you know, it’s over and I can’t wait to officially break up.
Sincerely,
Ms. Chatterly
