Fee-asco

Today, my mom sent me the following frantic text message.

OMG WE DIDN’T PAY YOUR RENT

Turns out auto bill pay isn’t exactly 100% reliable. Awkward! So, I call the apartment manager and explain.

Me: … so I was wondering if there was any way you could waive the—

Manager: Absolutely not.

Me: But this is the first time I’ve ever—

Manager: You owe $120 in late fees plus rent. Checks only.

First of all, a $120 late fee is extortion. Secondly, who the f writes checks anymore? In order to produce one, I have to physically enter a damned credit union and pay a $2 fee. Third, you’re a rude bitch.

One $2 fee later, I hand over a grand and some change to the manager. She had warts on her face so I felt somewhat better. Also, she was an apartment manager. Still, I was pretty butt-hurt about the whole situation for the day’s remainder. $120?!!??!

When I got home, I pulled out my lease and checked the part about late fees. I actually only owed $60. They “accidentally” doubled everything earlier that day. Now that I had a legally binding contract on my side, I called Ms. Wartyface back and forced her to credit my account. HAHAHAHA!

Drawback? She suddenly stopped being rude and started talking to me like I was her best friend FOREVERRR. She was shooting the SHIT with me … for 15 minutes! Listen, lady, you’ve put me through enough emotional turmoil for one day — I don’t want to courtesy laugh at your awful jokes or hear about how old and heavy that microwave was you picked up earlier this week. I can’t make this shit up. 

1 year ago  /  1 note