In the olden days (like the late
eighties) many
magazines would be so desperate to get you to subscribe to them that they would offer an option to
bill me later1. For myself this began my long relationship with
collection agencies, until someone told me to just sign up with a false name. This then became a challenge to see who could up with the silliest name to which they would send a magazine. Thus was born Mrs. Fraudulina Postal (
pronounced poe-stahl). Turns out no one cares what the hell the name is on that stupid
lap card.
Dunning notices still come to my father's house warning Fraudulina about the severe risks she is taking with her credit rating.
1) I realize that this may still be the case, but I no longer read magazines due to this whole internet thing.