The world could have been my oyster

So, today, I realized that I had made the bigtime. I opened the mailbox and took out a beautiful and stylish black envelope. Guess what was inside? An invitation to join the Rich and Famous. A chance for people to understand just how awesome I am with the quiet wave of a card. The Visa Black card. I hurriedly ran inside and showed Brodi to which she replied: 'Why did they send that to you?' I responded with: 'What girlfriend? Don't you realize that I am the man!' She just shook her head and walked away.

As I thought more about it, I realized that I had no clue why they sent it to me. Its not a card given to people for their pure metrosexualness...nor is it a card for someone who loves poptarts or coaches little kids soccer games. So, I don't know why it was sent to me.

For those interested, here are a few details of the card--if I were to sign myself and Brodi for the card, it would cost us $695 annually. Yes, you read that right, almost $700 for a piece of black plastic (actually, its not plastic, its something cool like carbon fiber or something) and I get a whole 1% back on all my purchases (I get that already with my cheap cards). So, yes, I turned it down. I will have to live like most of us peasants, with just a Delta American Express and a Chase Visa card.