Dec 05, 2008 14:35
Dear Mister Debt Collector,
Hey, Listen, I know you deal with "the check's in the mail" types all day long, but don't you fucking condescend to me you mindless leech, prick.
So my grandmother died with a couple of bucks on her Amex....big fucking whoop. Her credit has NOTHING to do with mine, so watch your fucking tongue when you speak to me.
You have no authority over me.
You are in no position to "offer" me anything.
I'm the one who will offer you something... and only out of the kindness of my heart and out of an obligation to my Grandmothers memory and good name.
And you can take what I offer you or you get nothing. Zero. Zilch. And, there wouldn't be fucking thing you could do about it.
So, choose your tone and pick your words carefully because you aren't the bully here. I am.
....and then they accepted my offer.