SO last October I go into Best Buy and pick up a USB cable. I get to the checkout and the little FemBot asks me if I want 10 free issues of Entertainment Weekly. I tell her nom I do NOT want 10 free issues of Entertainment Weekly, thank you very much.
So what starts showing up in my mail box? Entertainment Weekly.
I go back to the Best Buy I purchased the cable from, with the two issues of Entertainment Weekly I had so far received, go to the Customer Service (HA!) counter, slap down the magazines, and tell them:
A) I don’t want these magazines;
B) I didn’t ask for these magazines;
C) I want them to take my name off of their mailing list;
D) Thank You Very Much.
SO what keeps showing up in my mail box? Entertainment Weekly!
Now, I was unemployed for a good bit last year, and December was a very tight month for me (regualr bills, XMas, property taxes, etc.). But I watched my budget (and balance) like a hawk, and had ~$30 to my name at the end of the month.
When, lo-and-behold, a charge of $39.95 appears on my account for (drumroll, please!) the annual subscription fee to Entertainment Weekly! Overdraft ensues, along with overdraft fees, yada-yada, you know where this goes.
I call up Entertainment Weekly, and get the “let me connect you to the dept. that handles that” runaround for precious minutes of my life, before being told that I had had ample opportunity to cancel my subscription prior to being charged.
I (initially, at least) explain that I never had a subscription to Entertainment Weekly, had declined any free offers to Entertainment Weekly at the checkout counter at Best Buy, and had indeed taken my first two installments of Entertainment Weekly back to Best Buy with explicit instructions to remove my name and address from their list.
The drone on the other end tells me that because I continued to receive weekly installment to Entertainment Weekly, and because I never returned them, that I had de facto agreed to a subscription.
Blood pressure rises, steam shoots out of my ears and nose, eyes turn red, and I go ballistic on the drone, with threats of legal from me and my bank, and governmental action from my state’s Consumer Affairs Bureau if I’m not creditied $39.95 back to my account. This seems to pierce the veil of obtuseness on the other end of the line, and I’m promised a full refund, “stat!”
Apparently, to the folks at Entertainment Weekly, “stat!” is almost three weeks.
But the money is back, the overdraft fees refunded (Thank You, Bank of America!), and I’m of a mind to never, ever, under any circumstances, set foot in a Best Buy again.
So a Hi-Ho-Hearty “FUCK YOU!” to Best Buy and Entertainment Weekly!