Let me start by saying if I ever join another health club, I demand someone kick me in the face.
But for now…
I joined what I thought was a pretty decent place about a year ago. Of course, I went about ten times and then decided last August that if I only went about ten times, it might not be entirely worth it.
Lucky for me, I signed the type of contract I could cancel in writing at any time.
So, I popped off a “Cancel my memberhip immediately” letter and sent it certified mail. They continued to charge me (as in draw funds from my bank because I’m an ASSHOLE and I signed up with my debit card) for September and October.
I finally noticed they were still charging me in November (because, again, I’m an ASSHOLE and didn’t go over my statements until then). I called them, was treated rudely, I treated them rudely back, they treated me rudely back back, but it ended with the manager apologizing and crediting my account for the two months they erroneously charged me.
Looked at my statement a few days ago and guess what? I’ve been charged for being a member of this sweat-infested bung hole yet again.
So, I called again. This time, I spoke to a new and improved rude raging asshole who refused to do anything without a fax in front of him, proving that they had charged my account. (I had no way to fax him anything.)
“Really?” said I. “You have NO WAY of knowing how much you charge people on your end? It’s impossible for you to look it up on your system?”
“Yep,” he said.
When I asked him how the whole matter in November had been resolved without my ever sending a fax or “proof,” he hung up on me.
I called back and asked for the manager, who I spoke to yesterday. Raging Asshole wouldn’t let me talk to anyone else and hung up on me again.
So I called the police and will be heading on down to file a police report, as they’re basically stealing from me AND I refuse to deal with this scumbag anymore.
I mean, WTF is wrong with these people? How in the world is having a customer file a police report better than just hitting a key on your goddamn computer system and rectifying the mistake, which you know has already been rectified once? Granted it’s not the nicest gym in the world, but people would hardly laugh and point at me if they knew I had joined.
I’m so pissed, I even picked a fight with Mr. Cookie. Happy fucking Tuesday.