Until recently, I didn’t save advertising postcards unless they were something special (like the ones from my former dentist).
But when this postcard below recently arrived – as soon as I stopped laughing – I knew it was a keeper:
It’s an invitation to a free luncheon at one of the poshest restaurants in Toronto to attend a wealth seminar! And look who it’s addressed to:
To me! It’s got my name and address on it – so it’s no mistake! (Granted at my old – more tony address in Forest Hill – it was redirected to my new sketchy neighbourhood address). I have no idea how I got on this mailing list, but they sure as hell don’t know me and my PhD student budget. Not to mention the picture of a juicy steak isn’t particularly appealing to me as as I’m a vegetarian.
Nonetheless, this is clearly a new-found treasure of the collection – representing direct marketing gone horribly, horribly astray!