Consumer Affairs: April 2011 Archives
By the way, the body shop that repaired my Toyota RAV4 after the goose strike incident is the Four Star Body Shop run by Loukas Pergantas. They've been repairing bits and pieces of my cars for about five years now, and they've always done a great job. And when it's something that I'm paying for out-of-pocket, they've been good about controlling the cost.
Four Star Body Shop
5424 W. Montrose Ave.
Chicago,IL 60641
773-286-2051
Ask for Loukas, and tell them you heard about them from the guy who hit the geese.
One of the most productive posts on my blog has been this Sprint-bashing post from 2005. It's still the top Google result for "sprint fuckers" and the #2 result for "fucking sprint" and "fuck sprint". (I should probably be using this to establish my social media SEO cred.)
Unfortunately, that wasn't the end of my association with Sprint. I also had Sprint long distance service via a special deal I got when I signed up for the phone. It was actually a good deal for a while, but eventually we stopped using it, since our cell phones have free long distance. At some point, sprint announced that they were cancelling the deal, and the transactions for it stopped appearing on our bill.
Then, a couple of months ago, some collection agency called me to say I owed $52.63 to Sprint. After explaining several times that I wasn't about to give out my credit card or bank information to a random stranger on the phone, I got the guy to tell me how to pay the bill online, and I told him I'd pay it that day if Sprint confirmed that I owed them money.
Sprint confirmed it, so I paid the bill. Since I pay my regular phone bills, and since Sprint had never sent me a bill for this amount, I can only conclude that some fucker at Sprint thought it would be cheaper to turn over all bills for dropped long distance customers to a collection agency than to develop a business process for issuing their own bills. Either that, or they're just massively incompetent.
Then today, I got another bill from the fuckers at Sprint. Apparently, Sprint is still my assigned long distance company. I wish I'd noticed that. You see, back in February, my wife accidentally used our landline to make a 25 minute call to Florida. Now how much would you think that would cost? Seventy five cents? $1.75 at 7 cents per minute? Or maybe because we're not a regular long distance customer, they'd charge something obscene like 25 cents per minute for a total of $6.25?
Would you believe they want $40.66?
Motherfucker!
That's over a buck a minute for domestic long distance! No wonder people are still commenting on that last Sprint post six fucking years later! The folks at Sprint are still the same fuckers they've always been! I fucking hate those fuckers!
Fuck!
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