Isn’t cancelling your Reader’s Digest subscription supposed to be one of the most long and difficult cancellations around? I had heard horror stories that the procedure is similar to a messy divorce- the kind that involves bloodshed, lies, tears, and a fight over the bank account.
Not so with me; I was off the phone in less than one minute of conversation. Whoosh! and I was unsubscribed. No, ‘Are you sure? Can I tempt you with a chance to win a basket of puppies?’ Just ‘OK. Thank you. Is there anything I can do for you?’ I felt my practised speech going to waste and applied it anyway.
He seemed indifferent while I was trying to EXTRA cancel.
Freaky. A good start to the morning’s business though! 🙂
UPDATE: (This is good…) So I’ve just come in from lunch with my pal Barry and see that there’s a comment to moderate on my blog. It’s a reasonable enough comment (and friendly), but then I noticed that the gmail address isn’t technically legit (illegal characters). So I follow his IP in my stats. Without going into details: a bunch of pages viewed and a bunch of minutes were spent here at regularjen. That’s cool.
But wait… The IP traces to Reader Digest Association in London.
Mr. Conrad, am I being watched for defecting now? 😉