This afternoon, there was one sole cardboard box addressed to John with no return address on it. I knew immediately who it was from. Betus.com The fucking douche bag of all websites. I've been getting mail from them for about 6 years now. No matter how many times my address has changed, they find me. Some how, they don't seem to find John's new addresses. Nope, just mine. I'm gonna go ahead and assume it's because he used MY credit card to gamble on this site many many years ago. I found out about it while I was Christmas shopping back in 2004 or 2005.. I was at Banana Republic buying a shirt for my Dad and a red sweater for myself. When I got to the register, my card was declined. Impossible! I pay all my bills on time, the full balance in full every month. I took out another card, paid for my things and headed home. When I got home, I called my card company to find out what happened. They told me that they had put a hold on the account because they thought it seemed unusual to see my account being used on a gambling web site for several hundred dollars, so they froze it until they could confirm it was or was not me. I was so grateful. I figured some lousy hacker had gotten hold of my account and used it. After that, it was out of mind. At this point, I didn't have any flags raised that John was capable of doing such a thing. Anyway, I guess betus.com gets my updated addresses from my card that he used? It's the only thing that makes sense to me.
Sure enough, it was from them. Enclosed in the box was a t-shirt. On the front, it says, "Don't hate the player" and on the back, "Bet the game" -betus.com we've got your game. Also included was an adorable little post card of a half naked woman with a red bow affixed at the top corner. Happy holidays! I was surprised that there was no letter included that gave an offer of $100 free first bet when you come back to betus.com! There's almost ALWAYS some enticing offer included with their free gifts. Like, the ipod speakers I got last year, and the half naked girl calender I got the year before, and so forth and so on. There's always a free-be. Not today.. Hmm, maybe the company's slacking? What a shame.
Speaking of shame, apparently, no one at this company knows the meaning of the word. It's appalling to me that this company aggressively pursues people that obviously have gambling addictions. As far as I know, it's been several years since John's used the sight-- at least since he's used it with MY account, and MY address. And yet, they continue to pitch to him. To me, it would be the equivalent of a liquor store using the credit card information of their customers to go after them once they realize they haven't been by in a while to pick up their whiskey. Imagine an alcoholic that finally gets on the program, and starts pulling himself together, only to find a $100 voucher in the mailbox to the local liquor store. . and no matter how many years he stays sober, that liquor store continues to chase him down with offers of free booze. It's like the crack dealer that throws a free bag to their client that just got out of rehab. Not to suggest that John has kicked his habit-- FAR from it. But betus.com doesn't know that. Shame on them. Shame on them, because I'm sure there are families out there who've figured out how to pull their lives together after suffering through gambling addiction, and yet, they will forever have to deal with this company following them around and tempting their fates. It's evil, as far as I'm concerned.
So, that's what the mailman brought for me today.
My mail's been screwed up for the past two weeks since my parents left for Florida. They had their mail forwarded, but mine was supposed to continue coming here. Well, it hasn't worked out too well. I've gotten several pieces of my parent's mail, and I've been told by friends that their mail to me was returned as "undeliverable". One such friend contacted me earlier today to ask if I knew why her Christmas card was returned. I explained the situation, and mentioned that I need to make my way back to the post office to get it all straightened out. Later in the evening, I got a text from the same friend, We'll just call her "Monsieur le Peen", telling me to check my mailbox. I automatically opened up to facebook to check my inbox. I texted her back and replied that there was nothing from her in my inbox. She replied, "outside your house dammit." Ah. I walked out and found a letter from her. Enclosed, her family Christmas card, and really nice letter basically giving me a pep talk, and an American Express gift card. Humbled, once again this holiday season. Thank you, Monsieur le Peen. And thank you, Ninja Gloria, for the stealth delivery. Another on my long long list of paying it forward to do list.
Guess life is like a box of mail. Ya never know what you're gonna get.
Loved this one Jud!!! Keep going my girl! XoShannon
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