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Ice Cream and Preparation-H15.June.2005There are occasions in life where the stars are all in just the right alignment for making life a dream come true. There is always enough ice cream in your freezer, you never gain an ounce no matter how much you eat, your credit rating is in the stratosphere, the drywall guy that comes to work at your house is gorgeous so you get to look at him all day long and bliss is yours.Obviously that’s not the destiny the stars have in store for me. Ok, I got the cute drywall guy so apparently the stars believe that was enough bliss for Pamela in this lifetime. There is a dearth of ice cream in my freezer, mostly due to the fact that I ate my way through it all yesterday while ranting and raving like a lunatic on the phone to different credit reporting agencies and mortgage refinancing people. Actually, there wasn’t much ranting, most of the conversation from my side of the phone consisted of “There’s WHAT on my credit report?” and “You’re KIDDING ME” and “I’m in collections for WHAT?” And if you’re wondering, yes, I did put on fifteen pounds in a twenty-four hour period, thanks for asking. In an attempt to refinance our home I did what a good consumer does, shop around for the best deal. When asked what my credit rating was, I informed the customer service reps that our scores were high, in the six and seven hundreds. After all, that’s where they were last year. Nothing had changed, had it? Of course not! When I finally settled on the agency I wanted, they ran a credit check on us. There was silence on the phone for quite a while and then the bubbly service rep lost all his bubbly-ness. Apparently we don’t have enough of a credit rating to purchase a tube of Preparation-H should we encounter a fatal hemorrhoid outbreak.
Me, reaching for ice cream: “What do you mean?” Un-bubbly rep: “Let me just say that I hope you don’t develop a hemorrhoid problem anytime soon” We have experienced what is known as Identity Theft. This is the second time someone has stolen our identity. I’d prefer it if, when stealing our identity, they were forced to take our high cholesterol, high blood pressure and incipient hemorrhoids as well, but I guess that’s too much to ask. No, they just take away your ability to ever purchase anything on credit again. On the plus side, they do give you a new circle of friends called Collection Agents who call and call and call and keep calling no matter how many times you tell them not to do so. So now I have a new circle of friends, but no ice cream to share with them. Also on the downside, eating an entire box of ice cream bars does some horrible things to your digestive tract but thankfully doesn’t require a trip to the store for the purchase of Preparation-H. Not yet anyway. |
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