department of excessive packaging

This weekend I went home to relax and take care of a few things. Greeting me was a pile of mail, mostly bills and offers for low-interest loans. Amidst the letters was an unsolicited package. Always a good thing, I jumped right in. What could be contained inside the pristine white box? Surely something of unparalleled value.
After a couple of minutes of wrangling with the wrapping, I found my prize:

W the Card. For my frequent patronage, I'm now some kind of SuperVIP at W Hotels. Apparently VIPs don't get letters, just packages.

If I'm a SuperVIP now, someone needs to let the garbage man know, because he'll be getting a lot more trash like this: