You know what you do with those cards? Most of them are postage paid, so pull 'em out and mail them back (I know that's immature).
This reminds me of another immature thing I do because of a major pet peeve of mine. I just hate it when I'm in the supermarket and there's a person stopped right in the middle of the aisle blocking all movement in either direction. Well, I find the most disgusting thing within reach and put it in their cart. Heck, they're so clueless of what's going on around them they couldn't possibly notice, right? People have gotten Fleet enemas, pigs feet, chicken feet, feminine hygeine products (really great for the male offenders), and lard just cause they ticked me off. It gives me quiet satisfaction that they get to the checkout or maybe even home with my little 'present'. Okay, I know I'm twisted....
This reminds me of another immature thing I do because of a major pet peeve of mine. I just hate it when I'm in the supermarket and there's a person stopped right in the middle of the aisle blocking all movement in either direction. Well, I find the most disgusting thing within reach and put it in their cart. Heck, they're so clueless of what's going on around them they couldn't possibly notice, right? People have gotten Fleet enemas, pigs feet, chicken feet, feminine hygeine products (really great for the male offenders), and lard just cause they ticked me off. It gives me quiet satisfaction that they get to the checkout or maybe even home with my little 'present'. Okay, I know I'm twisted....