You know, I really love it when the storage company for my "totalled" car (the one I could have died in) sends me a bill for $486.08 for storing of said car, one month after the near fatal accident.
I find this particularly amusing because my insurance company cut me a check weeks ago for my poor Usagi. (Yes, they have purchased the dead car from me, and yet the storage company continues to pester me.)
Even more amusing is that whoever sent me this 'bill' checks the box, 'running condition,' the best of conditions for storing vehicles on this particular form, before mailing me this joke. (Can we say, front end collision? A cacophony of burning plastic, metal and oil curling into my nose and into the star filled sky, anybody?)
Still more amusing (yes still, more laughs) - I have faxed this storage company, TWICE (once when the car was mine, and once after the car was 'sold' to my insurance company) the necessary information to leave me the *censored* alone and deal with my insurance company instead.
Right now I just really, REALLY, want to get into somebody's face and yell, loudly. Wave my finger, even. Or, sneer.
I'm just mad. Really.
How do you deal business with these sorts of folk? I mean, honestly. I followed the silly little rules and I'm being asked for more money.
The storate fees equal the cost of at least three pair of high end tango shoes. :bouncy:
Any suggestions?
I find this particularly amusing because my insurance company cut me a check weeks ago for my poor Usagi. (Yes, they have purchased the dead car from me, and yet the storage company continues to pester me.)
Even more amusing is that whoever sent me this 'bill' checks the box, 'running condition,' the best of conditions for storing vehicles on this particular form, before mailing me this joke. (Can we say, front end collision? A cacophony of burning plastic, metal and oil curling into my nose and into the star filled sky, anybody?)
Still more amusing (yes still, more laughs) - I have faxed this storage company, TWICE (once when the car was mine, and once after the car was 'sold' to my insurance company) the necessary information to leave me the *censored* alone and deal with my insurance company instead.
Right now I just really, REALLY, want to get into somebody's face and yell, loudly. Wave my finger, even. Or, sneer.
I'm just mad. Really.
How do you deal business with these sorts of folk? I mean, honestly. I followed the silly little rules and I'm being asked for more money.
The storate fees equal the cost of at least three pair of high end tango shoes. :bouncy:
Any suggestions?