The big LA TIMES demon lurks behind him. Okay, so, I'm in the grocery store a few months ago doing my shopping so sweetly and a cute ol' man behind a kiosk grabs my attention with his kind words. We get to talking and contrary to my usual nature, I let him talk me into an LA Times subscription.
I explained nicely that I don't read the paper but I would take the first subscription, pay for it now and then I want to cancel. "No problem, the sweet ol' guy says, here is the phone number to call
to cancel." Great, I was on my way. As I suspected, the two weeks, I picked up my Sunday only subscription paper, did the crossword puzzle and threw the rest away. After that I found I could do that same puzzle online so now there was really no need for that blasted paper that gets my fingers, and anything else it touches, all black.
I called the number of the slip of paper the nice ol' man gave me and cancelled my subscription. Now mind you, the person on the phone asked me why I wanted to cancel. I told her and her very words were, "Oh okay, I will take care of that." Good, all done, I thought.
I continued to receive the paper for another couple of weeks, but, stupid me, I once worked for a newspaper myself so I just thought it was going to take them a few weeks to catch up with the delivery boy and tell him I was not subscribing. I didn't think much of it. Then a few weeks later, I get a call from LA Times telling me I owe them money.
Me: "Uh, no, I called you right when my subscription ended and cancelled."
LAT: "Well we don't show any record of that (of course) What number did you call?"
Me: "The number the man gave me. (I recited the number)
LAT: "Oh well that's the wrong number for cancellations. You needed to call ---------."
Me: "I'm sorry, but that is the number I was given and the girl on the phone didn't tell me
that. She said she would take care of it. I wanted my subscription cancelled
right after the first one expired, that's why I called."
LAT: Well that is not what it shows but I will take care of it.
Me: Thank you, I do not read the paper and I don't want it. Goodbye
STUPID, STUPID me. No, I did not get a name. I just kept thinking, this is a newspaper subscription, come on.
Well..... Last night my cell phone rings at 8:30 pm showing private number. I have one close friend who shows up like that so I answer. Otherwise, I never answer private and unknown numbers. Here goes
HIM: I am calling regarding your outstanding bill with the LA Times
Me: Who am I speaking to?
Me: Who? What Company?
Okay, thats obviously going no where
Me: Okay, what outstanding debt?
HIM: You have an $8.00 debt with the LA TIMES
Me: No I don't, I called and took care of that (and I proceed to explain; again STUPID
HIM: Well, the only way to take care of this with me is to pay this $8.00, I'm a collection agency
Me: I am not going to pay for something I don't owe.
HIM: So you are refusing to pay? Are you refusing to pay?
Couldn't keep my cool anymore; he got me hook line and
ME: I don't owe this money. I AM NOT GOING TO PAY YOU $8.00 I DON"T OWE. THIS IS RIDICULOUS FOR THIS AMOUNT OF MONEY AND MY GOOD CREDIT SCORE.
HIM: Well if you are refusing to pay, this is just going to go further into collections.
Me: DO WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO. CLICK.
I probably haven't heard the end of this saga.
This Wacky Ex got wacky. Ugh... The next time I see a sweet ol', kind man, I'm running far, far away.
~signed The Wacy Ex~