     Morgan Appel (Downinsocal) | Wednesday, November 15, 2000 - 11:07 am 
Today I received a call from the mental midgets at Robinson-May's "Executive Offices," alternately referred to as "Corporate Offices," and "Looney Bin."
I have been avoiding these numbnuts for about 5 weeks, ranging from "Miss Dukes" to "Mr. Yanni-Mini-Me," or something like that who threatened me with a lawsuit, now to someone named Carol, who I accidently succumbed to by answering the phone. Here's the story for comments and guffaws if appropriate.
Well, Carol starts off with sweetness and light, "Oh...is that you, my gosh, I've been trying to reach you...we contacted the president of your company, I'm surprised you hadn't heard about it..."
"Well, yes, so, what do you want?"
"We've been trying to reach you because you owe X$ and the last check we received did not clear and..."
"First thing, you can no longer call me at work, under the auspices of the FDCPA, and calling the president of my company won't do you any good because all you can do is verify my employment, and, as you can see, I work here."
"Well is you home phone XXX-XXXX? Is your machine broken because you didn't call us back."
"I didn't call you back because I had no desire to speak with any of you. Besides, I'm filing BK and will only work with select creditors."
"You should make Robinsons May one of them, because your check didn't clear...what is the name of your attorney?"
"None of your business."
"Do you know how ridiculous you sound? You say you are filing BK but won't give me the name of your attorney?"
"Ah, yes, but I pride myself on it. All I know is that you can no longer contact me here at work."
"FINE!!! Then I will sue you AND contact the president of your company!"
"OK...well, have a nice day."
Robinson's May Stores maintain a staff of bumbling oafs. I'm just going to wait out the 180 days and let it charge off. Any other stories about this company people care to share? |
