Dear Old Navy,
I am trying desperately to like you and your budget priced, fun and trendy clothing. Really, I am. My kids love you and I want to be part of the fun. See, a few weeks ago, I even blogged positively about you: http://southerness.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-deals-to-be-had-at-old-navy.html!
After my glowing experience with you, I signed up for your weekly emails which promised to include coupons for additional encouragement to part with my slim amount of cash. Coupons...now that got me excited! You tickled my thoughts with that one. I had visions of us sharing many hours together as I carefully chose items in which to trade you my hard earned cash. http://www.oldnavyweekly.com/ .
I envisioned our future to be about regular time spent together and me making sure to keep up with your teasingly great Deal of the Week. In return, I only expected that you would put out just a little love by giving me a coupon. But, no, Old Navy, you have taunted me - and challenged my limited early morning email reading/checking skills. Through blurry eyes I have scoured your weekly email ads and tried to play your evil, self esteem killing game "click around to find the coupon". Ha! I have clicked and reclicked, and spoken not favorably under my breath about you, and still NO coupon. I have given you my email address, freely at every turn - just in case, that might provide me with just a little coupon ecstasy. What a one sided relationship this has been. I feel used, lied to and tricked for your own fun and games. Is this really what we were supposed to be about?
Regards,
Couponless in the South
(BTW, The point is made better if read out loud in an emotion-filled Antonio Banderas voice or possibly as Jack Black in Nacho Libre!.)
