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Mr. … Uh … Graftree?” A reflex action rolled my eyes to the back of my head. I had another telemarketer on the line, and I knew that it would take three rejections to clear the deck.

I wanted to say, “No, no, no!” but I was too slow. The telemarketer was already reading off her 3x5 card, extolling the virtues of the latest credit card offering from First National Bank of Pequoima, so I waited and answered, “I have no interest in any new credit offerings.”

She read on – “But Mr. Crabtree, FNBP offers zero percent interest.” I thought I had her now – “I could never really value a credit account that didn’t charge interest.” She finally threw in an air miles deal, which I had to reject (it didn’t include military helicopter miles). Three offers – three rejections – I was now expecting her to rattle off an 800 number I could call if I changed my mind. To my surprise, she burst out laughing … “Military helicopter miles … that’s funny,” she said. “Glad I brightened your day,” said I. She clicked off to dial up another mark. I’ll bet she’s used to rejection.

In a culture that screams, “I want and I need,” nobody needs more debt!