I stopped at the drive-up window at my bank to make a deposit. It’s the multi-lane pneumatic tube delivery system type affair. When the deposit canister returned with my receipt, there was also a 4-inch square purple piece of paper and a pen inside. The purple piece of paper had blank fill-in spaces asking me for my name, address, phone, employer, whether I use direct deposit, if I’d changed jobs in the last 5 years, and if I still had a 401k with my former employer.
What was lacking was an explanation for their asking, a reason why I should answer, or what they planed to do with the information.
I drove off happy. Without any effort I had something to write about here. Another example of idiotic marketing.
