Visa = Satan

The less money I have- the more credit the fine people at VISA attempt to offer me.

*Left a health draining shift job and they TRIPLED my limit.
*Visited a bank branch to switch account plans as I can scarcely afford my monthly bank fee rape and they informed me that I would be approved for another increase-should I want one.

Actual response: NO!

Expected Response: I leap over the counter and hug both tellers before dousing their heads in gatorade. The applauding crowd would then carry me outside to my cherry red Vespa scooter. I hop on it in a carefree "Tampax Understands" manner before driving off to shop at my favourite designer vintage stores.

I didn't put my metropass on you because I wanted to VISA.
OSAP will be my primary four-lettered slavemaster until further notice.