A bill I already paid. And oh yes, the amount they called about was $40.00. Not $400, not $4000, not $40,000. FORTY. Seriously? And the woman was a persistent sing-song voiced twit.
“You might want to check with your bank.”
For $40 that I know I paid, she might want to kiss my ass.
I paid every bill as it came. I am damn proud of that. But to get a phone call over $40 is freaking insulting.
“Did I miss any payments?” I asked my new phone buddy.
“Err no, but….” she said
“No buts,” I said “That is your answer.”
And that is her damn answer. Don’t play with me over $40 after all I have spent and sweated during Breast Cancer Mardi Gras (no beads every time I flashed the rack, only co-pays.)
It’s just insulting. And you know darn well I won’t get a call when they credit it to my account.
Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind.–Dr. Suess