In their neverending quest to damn my life, Bose is now sending me credit cards. I walked into my beautiful apartment, the sun having already set, threw this and all the other junk mail down onto the kitchen table, and grabbed a beer.
In addition to everything else, it seems Bose can now get you that down payment on your new house, put your kids through college, or send you on safari in Africa. Amazing.
Friends, for once and for all, please know:
Bose is not hi-fi. Hi-fi is like Shakira's hips. Hi-fi don't lie.
