I’m at the bar. Solid crowd, great music, drinkers. Very happy. Girl comes up, I know her, “good girl”, just got married. She orders a drink, pour, pour, pour, give it to her. She says thanks, hands me her card, and says, just run it. I go to run her tab, and man, her card is heavy. It’s beautiful. Cobalt blue. Smooth, no raised letters. Streamlined. Just gorgeous, if you can call a credit card that, and I am. I run it, hand it back to her. Jesus, that’s a beautiful credit card, I say. It’s so heavy. She says, yeah, I love it. It’s made of Titanium. I had to lie to get it. They say you have to make x-amount of dollars a year, but I don’t make that much money, and I really wanted the card. Man, I say. I don’t really believe in credit cards, but I’m gettin one of those. She says, yeah, I love it. I ask, what kind of card is it? She says,
It’s a Chase Sapphire Preferred card.
From my heart to yours,
Clint Curtis. Bartender.