Your Name Here

I don't like credit cards. They're dangerous and expensive. But they're just so convenient. So I only use one, and I pay it off every month.

Last night I was lying (laying?) in bed, reading a book, and Connie noticed I was using an American Express card as a bookmark. She didn't think I had an AmEx card. I can just imagine what a lot of wives would think if they discovered their husband had a credit card they didn't know about:

How long has he had that?
What has he bought that I don't know about?
Is he using it for hotel rooms? Expensive gifts to some woman?
Why is he keeping secrets from me?

The next time I put down the book, Connie picked it up and looked at the AmEx card. She holds it to the light, and where my name would appear, it says, "YOUR NAME HERE".

It was one of those sample cards they send you in the mail to entice you to apply. Connie knows of my distate for credit, but she's as curious as I am about things that don't make sense. She just wanted to know what it was.


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