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[which_chick]

In an entirely unrelated bit of news, Bad Payer is, yo, late with the payment again. I sent a (polite and exceedingly civil, not snide, did not contain the word fuck anywhere in it) certified letter. I have rather a lot of fuck saved up for Bad Payer at this point.



The certified return receipt thing has come back, so Bad Payer, asshole that he is, got the dunning letter on July 5, 2007. Despite having been informed of the lack o' payment by a fucking certified letter some five fucking days ago, I still don't have June's fucking money. Fucker.

All along, the horrible little fish fucker has claimed that the reason payments have been missing or late has been because I have a PO Box and there's just NO WAY he can send mail there. Mail to my PO Box just doesn't get delivered for some arcane and bizarre fucking reason that is MOST CERTAINLY not "it hasn't been mailed yet". Not that Occam-ish reason. Some other reason, an arcane and bizarre and probably eldritch one. Bad Payer was a little fuzzy on the fucking details, to be honest.

Because the song and dance I kept getting was Mail Just Doesn't Get To Your Crazy PO Box, I finally broke down and provided Bad Payer with a STREET ADDRESS for mailing payments -- a STREET ADDRESS that came equipped with a Live Human Being who occupies it during all mail-delivery hours and can sign for packages of all sizes. This, claimed Bad Payer, in dulcet tones of Pollyanna optimism, would solve ALL THE PAYMENT DELIVERY PROBLEMS.

It did not.

I don't have a fucking explanation for where the fuck June's fucking money is. Bad Payer sent me a happy-arsed fucktastic email about how the check was in the mail as of June 20, 2007. My fucking lily-white ass it's in the fucking mail. Fuck that. I certainly hope Bad Payer doesn't expect me to believe that mail takes nineteen fucking days for delivery across three states. I don't fucking think so. Quit lying, you horrible little fish fucker. It really makes me angry when you lie to me.

You have now pissed me off enough that you have your Very Own Icon for when I want to bitch about you. :)

Comments

[ladyivy.livejournal.com]

Out of curiosity, does Bad Payer actually read your LJ, or is this just you ranting to get it off your chest? Since you were writing directly to him in the last few sentences.

[which-chick.livejournal.com]

I do not know if Bad Payer reads my LJ or not. I have never asked and I do not care. It is certainly not beyond the realm of the possible... but I'm not telling Bad Payer anything that is particularly news here. He knows he hasn't sent the check. He knows that "It got eaten in the mail" is a pretty threadbare excuse. He already knows I'm pissed because I do not send five dollar certified letters just to say hello.

It may, however, come as news to him that he's a fish fucker.