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| What started it all |
| Wednesday, 18 February 2009 12:29 |
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We've all been bugged by telemarketers. Most of us may have even had a bill collector call a few too many times. But, before Congressional Privacy Acts and harassment suits, those collection agencies reigned supreme over all of us. These maggots feel nothing for the working guy who's just having trouble making ends meet. No sympathy for young guy who can't afford that outrageous medical bill. Nothing for the family who's forced to choose between food or heat. My crime? I fell behind on some bills. Happens to all of us. But when the collectors turned their spineless tricks on me - and refused to stop - I did what any self-respecting guy would do. I took the bastards to court.  I'd love to name names. I'd love to tell you that “James Runkle” from “The Northland Group"
learned his lesson. But as I sat across from that judge and stared at
the little weasel who called me 11 times a day, called my mother at
work, called my friends, my ex-girlfriends parents, even called the
little old lady down the street whom I have never even met, my blood
boiled. I could only think of how good it would feel to get the last
word on that lowlife and his "debt recovery solution" company. And as
my lawyer presented the undeniable evidence against them, I started to
feel like maybe I could. The scrawny boy behind the phone whom I was
finally meeting face to face (or face to cheek since he wouldn't even
look at me) was no match. It would have been the equivalent of the Hulk
versus Mr. Bean if he and I were in the ring. (If you are reading this James, TRY ME)
The company's lawyer did what liars... I mean lawyers do. In the end, I
won the case. It wasn't enough to retire, just maybe enough to pay for
my time. I felt somewhat validated, but more needed to be done. I still
wanted the last word.
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Story of the Day
| Progressive gives shitty wedding gift |
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I got married last month and called my auto insurance, Progressive, to change the last name on my policy. The rep asked if I would like to add my husband to my policy and informed me that I would be receiving a discount of $100 a year. Needless to say, I added him to my policy. There was one little problem though, I had forgotten about a little accident he was in about six months back. This little accident caused my policy to actually go up about $400 a year!
Finger of the Day
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