Wednesday, February 14, 2018
Oh you have got to be kidding me, Chase!
The entitled little twat in this ad learned that a tree she and her then-boyfriend vandalized with a jacknife sixty years ago was about to be finished off and, having money to burn and not being aware of any charities or scholarship opportunities that might benefit from any of it, decided to blow the stack by purchasing the vandalized tree and having it shipped to her back yard. Where she and her equally loathsome* significant other could look at it for a few more years. I guess.
"My first thought was, 'I have to go get it!'" Huh. I'd have gone with "really? That tree survived the gouging me and my thoughtless jackass lover gave it sixty years ago? That's one hardy tree."
Anyway, she gets on the phone with her Chase Special Services For Disgustingly Stupid With Money Because They Can Be white people rep and tells him she needs god knows how much cash to buy the tree she tried to kill so long ago. Other people might have to let the past be the past. But she isn't Other People. She's an almost unbelievably stupid, self-absorbed douchenozzle who is all about being "impulsive" as long as being "impulsive" means "doing something for Me."
I know this was supposed to be sweet and cloying and heartwarming and all that crap, Chase. Happy F--ing Valentine's Day and thanks for putting a cherry on mine with this putrid steaming pile of excrement. Just perfect.
*Unless he responds with a disgusted "you did WHAT? You blew part of our retirement fund to transplant an f--ng TREE? That's it, I'm filing papers to have your name taken off the accounts before you decide we need to buy the old Hershey Chocolate factory because we went there once, you bizarre loon."