"I couldn't possibly fail to disagree with you less."
5 March 2007Fine print, comb to match, assembly requiredLast month one of the Evil Banks who owns the plastic-related segment of my soul sent me a notification to the effect that they were going to pile a few extra percentage points on some Visa card or other. I objected, and said so in return mail; they acknowledged the exception in what we will call Letter 1. And then I opened Letter 2, which contained an explanation of why they did what they did, which surprised me very little until I noticed that they were referencing an account ending in, oh, let's call it 1234. I have no accounts ending in the digits indicated, from them or from anyone else. Best possible interpretation: they've conflated someone else's debt with mine. The pertinent credit-reporting agency has been tapped for a fresh report. The bottom of this will be gotten to. "The bottom of this will be gotten to." That's what I said about my ex-wife, and I was wrong then, too. {{{wiggles eyebrows}}} Posted by: Mister Snitch! at 7:56 PM on 5 March 2007I have since received an updated credit report, and I have decided that someone screwed up the mail merge when they sent out this batch of letters: there's no indication that I'm carrying any dubious accounts, and I have no Unfavorable Information, except for the fact that, well, the report runs 12 pages. (All accounts are listed as satisfactory.) |