I wish I were as good at coming up with all of those clever, goat-felching-type adjectives as others here (I particularly enjoy the ones involving pus), but since I’m not, I’ll get to the point.
Ever diligent in the quest to reduce my debt, I paid off one of my credit cards (which I chopped to pieces long ago) this month!
Happy, flappy day, right?
Yesterday, in the mail, I receive a statement from them. I figure it’s going to be some ridiculous thing like what happened when I paid off a credit card a couple of years ago: I kept getting statements saying I had a ONE CENT credit, since I overpaid my last bill by a penny, and when I neglected to take advantage of my “credit”, I was mailed a check for one cent (I hung it on the refrigerator).
Boy was I wrong.
Instead, the statement informed me that my payment had not been received, and that I now owed a THIRTY DOLLAR late fee.
I figured something had gone horribly awry, and that perhaps my payment had gotten lost in the mail. So I called the company to figure out what was up.
They got the check, alright–but it had been received on June FOURTH, and my payment was due on the THIRD, so sorry, Charlie!
THIRTY FUCKIN’ BUCKS.
Now, in the grand scheme of things, what’s 30 bucks? Will I still be lamenting the loss a year from now? Doubt it. But that’s a helluva decent dinner, or a kicky new skirt on sale, or a new bed for one of my dogs, or a new cage for the rats…
…and now my “Card Paid Off” glee has been tarnished by the fact that… well… now it’s not paid off! Sure, I’ll send them a check for the goddamn 30 dollars when I get paid again (this Friday), and THEN the card will be paid off, but it won’t be the same. The joy will be aborted by the knowledge that I just blew 30 bucks on nothing because of those lugie-slurping morons who can’t give a poor Black gal a break.
I mean ONE DAY late…!