Remember the Columbia House Record Club?

"So take this and fill it out," he suddenly said, thrusting a small square of paper in my general direction, a piece of paper that looked like a postcard on one side and a form to be filled in on the other. "As soon as you can. Do it right now."

So my boss had just forced me to join the Columbia House Record Club so he could get a free album by getting someone else to join. I had to pick five albums from this list of mostly totally stupid stuff....


Forced to Join the Columbia House Record Club at Quiche Moraine

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