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Just a little ranting:
Had to call PECO about an overdue bill (I thought I was on their system where they just take money out of my bank account, turned out I was wrong). In fact, the bill was a FINAL bill - somebody had put my account in their name...I don't know why (though my suspicions are Dave since he did get some PECO mail at our place when I was looking through the mail last night).
This Dave lives next door. Got two packages delivered to my address too. Yeah, they'd been there for a month and yesterday morning, I found a note on my door asking for them. Ok, I thought, I'll give him a call when I'm done with classes. I get back to my place after classes and I find another note:
(In bold pencil as if pressing hard)
"3rd Floor Resident
You must contact me on my phone ###-###-#### involving those packages or I will be forced to call the police please call me - DAVE"
Um, yeah, I was a bit peeved at this obviously hollow threat. (Calling the police over Halo 2 and a desk lamp??) I don't like being threatened. Ever. So I call him. Seemed nice enough on the phone so I decided not to chew him out, just defused the situation instead. I don't need more contact with any Daves. Carol knows, Daves are bad news.
I think I'm getting sick. Maybe I'm just really stressed. At least this weekend will be nice and open. I need a break.
Had to call PECO about an overdue bill (I thought I was on their system where they just take money out of my bank account, turned out I was wrong). In fact, the bill was a FINAL bill - somebody had put my account in their name...I don't know why (though my suspicions are Dave since he did get some PECO mail at our place when I was looking through the mail last night).
This Dave lives next door. Got two packages delivered to my address too. Yeah, they'd been there for a month and yesterday morning, I found a note on my door asking for them. Ok, I thought, I'll give him a call when I'm done with classes. I get back to my place after classes and I find another note:
(In bold pencil as if pressing hard)
"3rd Floor Resident
You must contact me on my phone ###-###-#### involving those packages or I will be forced to call the police please call me - DAVE"
Um, yeah, I was a bit peeved at this obviously hollow threat. (Calling the police over Halo 2 and a desk lamp??) I don't like being threatened. Ever. So I call him. Seemed nice enough on the phone so I decided not to chew him out, just defused the situation instead. I don't need more contact with any Daves. Carol knows, Daves are bad news.
I think I'm getting sick. Maybe I'm just really stressed. At least this weekend will be nice and open. I need a break.