Dear Credit Card Company,
NO, I do NOT want your “checks.” I do not want to think of all the fun things I can buy. If I wanted to buy fun things, I would not have paid my balance off in full and asked you to lower my credit limit (which, I see, you have not yet done).
I see that your fine print places these checks in the same category as “cash advances,” with more interest and charges, and last in the “payoff queue.” So let me ask you a question, geniuses, why wouldn’t I just USE THE DAMN CARD?
Checks are not fun. You cannot make them fun. You cannot fun me into sending you more money. I like my money, I want to keep my money, and if I don’t want to keep my money, I will give to the actual PURVEYORS of the aforementioned fun things, rather than to you for your services as unneccessary middleman.
Fuck you very much,
Happy Scrappy Hero Pup
Dear ex’s mom’s law school’s financial aid department,
Ummmmm… what the fuck are you doing?
This is the third letter you’ve sent me informing me that my financial aid data is incomplete. Which is odd. Every other school to which I applied had no trouble with it at all. The school to which I am actually GOING had no trouble with it at all.
I’m not sure if you realize this, but you are what’s known as a “fourth-tier” school. You were my super-safety. You are ranked somewhere between 150 and 182 of the 182 ABA-certified law schools. My LSAT score puts me in the top one percent of your applicants. In short, you’re not a very good school.
I know you weren’t looking for it, but, in my essay, I coded the reason I was applying to your school- simply to say “I’m too good for you, school of my bitchy ex’s mother who says I’m not good enough for her.” It’s in there.
Schools that are ranked in the top seventy-five, EMLSFAD, didn’t even look at my financial statements before offering me full rides. Full. Fucking. Rides. And you, Bottom of the Pickle Barrel School of Law, are nitpicking over whether to include my defined-benefit pension plan (which I can’t touch until I’m 65) as income for 2004?
I think someone needs a reminder here. Me- Johnny Football Hero. You- Cindy-Lou Ugly from the back of the class. If we’re going on a date, Cindy, don’t insist that I MUST wear fuschia and you’ll DIE if we don’t go to Olive Garden. Remember the thing about the gift horses.
Anyway, I’m going to a first-tier school.
Fuck you very much too,
Happy Scrappy Hero Pup
Dear State of New Jersey Department of the Treasury- Taxation Division,
You mean I DON’T get money back under the Homestead Rebate Act?
Because I filed late?
I wonder, if I file an appeal, will you ever figure out that I don’t qualify for the damn rebate anyway?
I don’t want your stinking rebate. Sure, I’d like free money, but you’d likely notice the error 25 years from now and repossess me when I actually DO have a house. So please, stop. I have never qualified for your rebate, I have never wished to apply for your rebate, I do not wish to appeal being denied your rebate.
If you’d like to help, please send me a copy of your tax forms with the check-box (or what have you that causes me to apply for your rebate) highlighted, so that I can be sure to NOT check it (or what have you) next year.
Yours in polite please-don’t-audit-me confusion,.
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Happy Scrappy Hero Pup**
Dear Concerned Citizens,
I haven’t seen this person, nor do I need an oil change, although five dollars off would be quite the incentive if I did.
Sorry, and thanks for the offer, respectively,
Happy Scrappy Hero Pup