Sunday, September 26, 2010

Valued Customer


Best Letter Ever Written to A Bank Manager

by R. MAK. on February 8, 2009

This is an actual letter written to bank manager by an old lady who got her check bounced by the bank due to lack of funds. It was first published in the New York Times in 2006.

Dear Sir,

I am writing to thank you for bouncing my check with which I endeavored to pay my plumber last month.

By my calculations, three nanoseconds must have elapsed between his presenting the check and the arrival in my account of the funds needed to honor it.

I refer, of course, to the automatic monthly deposit of my entire pension, an arrangement which, I admit, has been in place for only eight years. You are to be commended for seizing that brief window of opportunity, and also for debiting my account $30 by way of penalty for the inconvenience caused to your bank. My thankfulness springs from the manner in which this incident has caused me to rethink my errant financial ways.

I noticed that whereas I personally answer your telephone calls and letters, — when I try to contact you, I am confronted by the impersonal, overcharging, pre-recorded, faceless entity which your bank has become.

From now on, I, like you, choose only to deal with a flesh-and-blood person. My mortgage and loan repayments will therefore and hereafter no longer be automatic, but will arrive at your bank, by check, addressed personally and confidentially to an employee at your bank whom you must nominate.

Be aware that it is an offense under the Postal Act for any other person to open such an envelope. Please find attached an Application Contact which I require your chosen employee to complete. I am sorry it runs to eight pages, but in order that I know as much about him or her as your bank knows about me, there is no alternative. Please note that all copies of his or her medical history must be countersigned by a Notary Public, and the mandatory details of his/her financial situation (income, debts, assets and liabilities) must be accompanied by documented proof. In due course, at MY convenience, I will issue your employee with a PIN number which he/she must quote in dealings with me.

I regret that it cannot be shorter than 28 digits but, again, I have modeled it on the number of button presses required of me to access my account balance on your phone bank service. As they say, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.

Let me level the playing field even further.

When you call me, press buttons as follows:

IMMEDIATELY AFTER DIALING, PRESS THE STAR (*) BUTTON FOR ENGLISH

#1. To make an appointment to see me.

#2. To query a missing payment.

#3. To transfer the call to my living room in case I am there.

#4. To transfer the call to my bedroom in case I am sleeping.

#5. To transfer the call to my toilet in case I am attending to nature.

#6. To transfer the call to my mobile phone if I am not at home.

#7. To leave a message on my computer, a password to access my computer is required. Password will be communicated to you at a later date to that Authorized Contact mentioned earlier.

#8. To return to the main menu and to listen to options 1 through 7.

#9. To make a general complaint or inquiry. The contact will then be put on hold, pending the attention of my automated answering service.

#10. This is a second reminder to press* for English. While this may, on occasion, involve a lengthy wait, uplifting music will play for the duration of the call.

Regrettably, but again following your example, I must also levy an establishment fee to cover the setting up of this new arrangement. May I wish you a happy, if ever so slightly less prosperous New Year?

Your Humble Client

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Sure you want to eat that?



By David Zinczenko

What's Really In …
NACHO CHEESE DORITOS
(11 chips)
150 calories
8 g fat (1.5 g saturated)
180 mg sodium

The concept is, well, sort of brilliant: Nachos and cheese without the hassle of a microwave. Or even a plate, for that matter. You just tear open the bag and start snarfing. And as a parting gift, Dorito's leave your fingers sticky with something that looks like radioactive bee pollen. Now here's the question: Do you have any clue what's in that stuff? Here you go:

To create each Dorito, the Frito-Lay food scientists draw from a well of 39 different ingredients. How many does it take to make a regular tortilla chip? About three. That means some 36 ingredients wind up in that weird cheese fuzz. Of those 36, only two are ingredients you'd use to make nachos at home: Romano and cheddar cheeses. Alongside those are a cache of empty carbohydrate fillers like dextrin, maltodextrin, dextrose, flour, and corn syrup solids. Then come a rotating cast of oils. Depending on what bag you get, you might find any combination of corn oil, soybean oil, cottonseed oil, and sunflower oil. Some of those will be partially hydrogenated, meaning they give the chip a longer shelf life and spike your heart with a little shot of trans fat. (The reason you won't see this on the nutrition label is that FDA guidelines allow food manufacturers to "round down" to zero.)

And then, after the fats and nutritionally empty starches, there's a seasoning blend, which includes things like sugar, "artificial flavoring," and a rather worrisome compound called monosodium glutamate. Monosodium glutamate, or MSG, is the flavor enhancer largely responsible for the chip's addicting quality. The drawback is that it interferes with the production of an appetite-regulating hormone called leptin. A study of middle-aged Chinese people found a strong correlation between MSG consumption and body fat. What's more, the FDA receives new complaints every year from people who react violently to MSG, suffering symptoms like nausea, headaches, burning sensation, numbness, chest pains, dizziness, and so on. Talk about radioactive bee pollen.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Dreams...


... they come and they go. Dreams, as in goals for life, things you want to do and accomplish should be a prime requisite for humanity. Everyone should have one. Some people have multiple dreams, the fire which fuels their ambitions and actions.

Ever since I was young I had a dream... for years it has not changed. Funny thing is is is not a glamorous dream at all, no ambition. I even had someone from a previous relationship tell me that part of why they had to end it is that I wasn't ambitious enough for them and that I didn't have a real dream. It's a good thing I don't generally let what people think about me affect me.

My dream has always been to be able to help others with their dreams. Maybe it's because I am not creative enough to come up with my own dream, maybe it's because if I did have my own I might get disappointed if it didn't work. Whatever the reason, my dream is simple.

IN the past year of my life I have invested a lot of time in helping someone else's dream try to get past the idea stage, as I see my participation in their dream the vehicle in which will get me mine... a way to help others and sustain it. The Dream I have been invested in nearly fell apart and vanish this past week.

Right now it is living on life support and I am anxiously waiting the verdict, if it will come back to life or die. Can't say that I really mind either way as both have their benefits. If it does die then I will just have to work all the harder to get my dream.... I have never been afraid of hard work... it's time to roll up my sleeves and go to work.

I hope I don't wake up.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

In the News...

United Airlines is being sued after a passenger falls asleep and then gets left on the locked plane for hours. Click here for the full article.

She is suing for false imprisonment, emotional distress and negligence. Either that woman is a very deep sleeper or she had a sleeping pill.

I understand that it is the crews responsibility to ensure the safety of the passengers while on the plane and that they should have done a better job at making sure the flight was cleared to zero at their destination.

If she wins I bet airfares will rise to account for the rush of people who will also try this in the future.

Man, if I had trouble getting from point A to Point B on my own maybe I should travel with a baby sitter to make sure I know how to set my alarm as to the arrival time.

Busted...


Yup, that's what happened to the window on my van.

I spent the evening with my brother Eli who is working in town. I went over to his hotel and we had a nice chicken salad dinner and then watched a movie. at about 10 pm I came out to the van to drive home and BAM... found out that I had been robbed.

Now this it the part where you start looking around the car to see whats missing and so far everything was there. They even left the Ipod right on the front seat with shattered glass all around it. Originally the Ipod was on the floor between the two front seats so it was out of sight, which made me wonder why they left it on the seat. So I kept looking trying to find out what they took. Low and behold the GPS was gone... and alas it was borrowed. What an experience.


So we talked to the front desk and they told us the story of what happened as pieced together by security video footage and an eye witness account.

The thief was attempting to pop the lock and accidentally broke the window, the noise got the attention of another hotel guest in the parking lot and asked what the thief was doing he grabbed the GPS and took off not looking for anything else and pulled the Ipod (which was plugged into the same charger) up onto the seat as he was making his getaway. The guest reported it to the front desk and they called the police.

So by the time I came down the police were just arriving and when we found out the GPS was the target the police cautioned me explaining that thief's target GPS units, not for what they are worth but to get the HOME address listed in the GPS and then they go rob that house knowing that you are not there.

I explained to the cop that if this thief tries that he would be biting off more than he could chew, since the GPS was borrowed the home address is not mine and everyone in that house packs heat. I wouldn't want to mess with those folks. I pray the thief is not that stupid.

But then whose the stupid one? I think I must be for having left the GPS visible...

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Staging A Comeback...


I have been thinking for awhile now about this blog and reflecting on what it meant to me in the past. When I started it it was to help me have a place to record my journey into the new life I had found myself in right after my divorce. I wanted to have a record of the new me. I was able to do that for some time, I met some amazing people, and have developed some eternal friendship all within these posts.

Then I was introduced to.... Facebook.

And this blog died...

In Facebook I have found the social satisfaction of getting in touch with former friends and meeting new ones, of getting in touch with relatives and meeting new ones. I have gotten lost in it's world of quizzes and games and have had fun along the way, and I have probably wasted more time there then I would like to admit to.

However I haven't experienced there the depth that I felt here, I almost feel as if a year of my journey is gone. Which is sad as the journey has been a good one with lot's of up's and down's, good days and bad days. My journey has been filled with love and laughter, with a new wife and more kids. It has been a story worth telling and keeping a record of.

So I would like to announce the comeback of this blog. I hope that it can be what it once was and that no matter what your reason to stop by and visit you will enjoy seeing this side of me. If you don't then I wish you well on your journey as you experience yours.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

To a Best Friend forever....


Happy Birthday... to one of my dearest friends. You have done so much for me over the years and have been a strength and friend to many. The world is truly blessed to be able to count you among it's inhabitant's. I hope and pray that you have a great and wonderful year and that friendship and love follow you closer than your shadow. Big hug.

Saturday, February 06, 2010