I have always been pretty anal about my credit, and for the past couple years, I’ve ordered my free credit reports from the big three so I could check for inaccuracies. When I first did this, I noticed plenty of shit that needed to be cleaned up. The late American Express bills will come off in another 18 months or so. I did that, so while I’m none too pleased with myself for it, at least that crap is mine and I’ve taken ownership of it.
Actually, my credit will be quite good after the Amex shit disappears. That is, it would be if a few nagging things went away.
When I first got my credit report a couple years back, there was this hospital bill in collections from a hospital in my old neighborhood in Manhattan. Years ago, I lived on the Upper East Side in Manhattan and my sister lived a few blocks away in her own apartment. The aforementioned bill was from Lenox Hill hospital, which is the hospital I probably would have gone to in the event of, say, alcohol poisoning from carrying on all night at the local bars. There’s just one problem. I’ve never been to Lenox Hill hospital for ANY reason whatsoever. Moreover, I’ve never received a bill from Lenox Hill hospital to dispute. And now there’s a bill in collections on my fucking credit report.
Let’s pause to explain some relevant detail, shall we?
My dad has the same name as me. He now lives out of state after legally separating from my mom some years ago. My sister and mother now live together in a house on eastern Long Island. Two years ago, when I first discovered inaccuracies on my credit report, I sent out a “WTF?” e-mail to Dad, Mom and Sis, asking if anybody knew anything about the hospital bill or a mysterious Lord & Taylor department store credit card that was somehow in my name despite the account being opened up when I was, oh, 11 months old. (I’ll get to that in a minute.)
Everyone responded to this e-mail at the time. Evidently, the hospital bill was the subject of some longstanding controversy between Sis and Dad. Sis went to the emergency room for something stupid. Insurance covered everything but $130 of the bill. Bill came to Sis. Sis ignored it and sent it to my father for payment (she was still under my Dad’s insurance). Dad blew it off. Sis continued to get the bill until she moved and the hospital lost track of where she was. Somehow this shit ended up on my credit report, which is when I assumed the role of person who nags the responsible parties.
So after I got this e-mail response, I knew I wasn’t responsible, and I kept telling Dad and Sis that I didn’t really give a shit who paid the damned thing, just as long as one of them contacted the hospital and paid it. And would they terribly mind letting the collection agency know that I had absolutely fuck all to do with this? And by the way, what the fuck was up with this Lord & Taylor card that somebody opened up in 1973?
Mom’s e-mail response was that she knew precisely nothing about any of this.
Flash forward a year. I get my free credit report again. American Express history has drawn one year closer to never damaging my credit score again. Everything else is in order, except here again is the hospital bill in collections and the mysterious Lord & Taylor card, which doesn’t have a balance but represents a chunk of open credit I’d rather not have attributed to me.
E-mails go out again. I go visit my Dad out of state and mention it to him. He doesn’t have a fucking Lord & Taylor card, and he thought he paid off that hospital bill. I’m going to be buying a house in a few short months. Nagging continues. Nobody pays the hospital bill, nobody knows shit about Lord & Taylor.
I buy a house. Actually, my fiancee (now my wife) buys it, because I have less attractive credit and if we’re both on the mortgage, we get fucked with a higher rate. And since I now she’s the sole responsible party on the mortgage, she’s the sole person on the deed. I now have to pay a lawyer to change the deed, and I get precisely dick with respect to good credit history for the mortgage payment I faithfully lay out 20 days early every month. I am thoroughly pissed, but I get over it.
Flash forward to about a month ago. I get my free credit report. Hospital bill and Lord & Taylor are annoyingly still there. I figure I’ve done enough complaining about this shit and I’ve been more than accommodating with giving family members a chance to take care of bidness. I dispute both through TransUnion, explaining that neither account is mine and that my Dad has the same name as me, so maybe it’s his responsibility. Could the credit reporting agency get these two creditors to check the social security numbers they have on file from these two accounts?
Some time later, I get an e-mail from TransUnion. I click on the link. Lord & Taylor is gone. Hooray! TransUnion says, however, that there is “new information” on the hospital bill. I click. Nothing had changed. There’s not even an explanation as to what TransUnion did to try to clear this up. So not only do I not get this thing off my credit report, but I don’t even get an explanation of why it’s though that I’m still responsible.
Last weekend, I’m hanging out in my Mom’s kitchen. She’s opening her mail. She opens one envelope to discover… A shiny new replacement for her Lord & Taylor credit card! I watch as she opens her wallet, takes out the old Lord & Taylor card with the 1973 date on it, and replaces it with the shiny new one. WTF!!!
The explanation I get? “I never carry a balance on it, so you shouldn’t worry.”
Mystery solved. Thankfully, the shit’s been wiped off my credit record. I can’t wait for Lord & Taylor to discover that the responsible party disputed the account and for them to send a letter to my mom, canceling the shit out of her account. That will just be precious revenge for 2+ years of lying that this card even existed in the first place.
Last night, I get home and get the mail. Here comes a letter from the collections agency from the hospital, saying essentially “Fuck you, pay me.” No acknowledgement of the dispute whatsoever. Next step is that the bill goes to legal. The unwritten subtext, of course, is “Thanks for disputing, motherfucker. Now we have your new address.”
You know what? This system fucking sucks. I’ve done nothing wrong. And yet, I’m wasting incredible amounts of time, effort and money trying to convince three fucking companies I’ve never done business with that the data they collect on me is inaccurate. It’s like entrusting your reputation to a tabloid newsweekly. How the hell did this burden of proof shift? Meanwhile, the three credit reporting agencies are happily sending me e-mail asking me to pay more money so I can get my credit score, while they flagrantly ignore the accuracy of the data that make up that score. Thankfully we don’t have to pay money to get our credit reports once a year.
And you know what? Having family that won’t own up to their responsibilities kinda sucks, too. I’m torn - my Dad’s bills should have fuck all to do with me. Because some credit reporting agency can’t distinguish between two people with the same name, I now have to nag him to pay his bills on time because his payment history can and will affect mine, and directly affect the notion of whether I pay tens of thousands of dollars worth of interest over the course of my life. I shouldn’t have to do any of this.