http://www.mastercardinfo.com/mastercards/prepaid-mastercards.html Prepaid MasterCards is your all-inclusive informational resource. Check out Jennifer Goolihan's article about it! en-us Sat, 26 Jul 2008 15:00:00 EDT Sat, 26 Jul 2008 15:00:00 EDT Weblog Editor 2.0 The year was 1982 and I was just out of college. I had no money, and no job beyond waiting tables at an Italian restaurant on Sunset Boulevard. Just when I was going to call my old drug dealer Eduardo and request that he front me a pound of heroin to sell, my Aunt Holly send me a card for Christmas. It saved my life. What was so great about the Christmas card? Was it funny? Was the poem inside touching, or perhaps the snowy scene on the front tear-jerking? Nay, there was no poem. There was no funny. There was no picture on the front. That's because this card wasn't a greeting card at all. It was a prepaid MasterCard. I used this prepaid MasterCards to buy food and clothes and to pay Eduardo back for this money I borrowed from him years before. Good thing I did, too. Because, as I handed him the cash, we laughed and sipped our cosmos, and he curled his feet up under himself and said, "You know, Jenny. I was going to have you shot tomorrow." I said, "Well good thing you didn't! Ouch!" It was warm that evening. The waiters were tanned and the restaurant was alive. Oh, how I felt alive! And later, when Eduardo tried to take off with my collection of prepaid MasterCards, I almost didn't chase him down and cut him. But I did, and now his body floats somewhere near Huntington Beach. I can't remember for sure where I told the cabbie to go with Eduardo's body. I was a bit frazzled. But I do remember how I paid for the ride: with my MasterCards! Only because he didn't accept my prepaid debit MasterCard. Times change. We start out young and bright-eyed. Before we know it, we are murdering drug dealers and making purchases with our Chase MasterCards. And sometimes I wonder where I'd be if my dear Aunt Holly hadn't sent me that prepaid MasterCards for Christmas back in 1982. Maybe dead. Maybe alive. But that's neither here nor there. Sat, 26 Jul 2008 15:00:00 EDT