Mrs. Cranky spent sixteen dollars today on birthday cards. She bought four cards at Hallmark. What is it about events and Hallmark cards, why do we have to buy them?
I would rather receive a simply letter on a sheet of stationary saying,
“I’m thinking of you on your birthday
Who really wants a stupid card saying something clever like
“I couldn’t afford a Monet painting for your birthday, so I bought you a Monkey!” with a funny picture of a monkey drawing a picture.
Why is a card with some flowery sentimental crap that a paid Hallmark writer slapped together such a wonderful thing to receive?
Hallmark makes giant cards, funny cards, sentimental cards, cards that play music, and cards that open up and spring stuff out at you. These cards start at $4 and could cost $12, all to make a simple statement of Happy Birthday, Get Well, or Congratulations for Anything.
I don’t know about the rest of the world, but when I get one of these cards I say “Thanks,” I might get a chuckle, and then I throw the card away. To me, giving these cards is like lighting the barbeque with a five dollar bill.
I would never buy a Hallmark card except Mrs. Cranky gets all gooey when she gets one. I buy her the sappy, lovey, syrupy, poetic ones, and she thinks it is sooo romantic.
I think it is stupid.
I would be happier to receive a simple hand written note. A couple of bucks included would also be nice…better me than Hallmark.
Is it just me? Why is an expensive manufactured card written by a stranger more meaningful than a sincere hand-written note?