So, I had a million things I could possibly write this blog about. I'll skip them and tell a very annoying story from my life. (cliffs: poker, playing well, running good, still not winning all the money, but getting there)
I see a Chiropractor from time to time. I saw one when I was younger. I have a great deal of neck and back problems (a military neck that really makes it difficult to look down, or even left or right, or keep my head/neck in any position except straight ahead with a slight curvature). I have bad posture. I realize that Chiropractors are probably mostly a hoax-- they went to school in a frickin' strip mall! But, I feel a little bit better after I see one, usually. I think it gives me a little bit of piece of mind or something, and if there is even a 1% chance that it's helping me feel 1% better, it's worth some frivolous amount of money that I pay for it. That's me squashing the comments section of my blog from debating the validity of seeing a chiropractor so that everyone can focus on how annoying this story is.
The Chiropractor's office calls me about once a month to remind me that I haven't been in for a while. I know that I haven't been in for a while. I haven't been in town for a while. They call me all the time, just to check up on me. Gee, those guys are really nice. Really just all around swell people. They're certainly good (...at trying to solicit my business). They frequently call me early in the morning when I'm on the West coast. Sometimes I roll over and answer. I know what it's about, I ask them nicely to stop calling, I tell them I'll be in when I'm in town.
I pay my balance there infrequently-ish. Usually every 3 or 4 visits. It's not a big deal, the balance hardly ever reaches three figures, and I just swipe my credit card when I think about it or I'm not in a rush. They know me and I know them, I've been going there for probably about a year (and we have an intimate phone relationship, as previously outlined).
When I was gone for 8-12 weeks or whatever this summer, apparently they started to send me bills. I usually only skim through my mail anyways (of course I did not do this while I was 1500 miles away because I have not acquired that power yet), and I would always ignore mail from them anyways. Once they send me so much freakin' junk mail soliciting my business, I just stopped opening mail from their office. Much like the Boy Who Cried Wolf, this is a case of the Chiropractic Clinic Who Cried Pay Me.
I was shuffled to a back office, out of the harm of the lay people, to be told that my bill was sent to a collection agency. My first reaction was [IMG]this[/IMG], but I eventually realized that this was actually happening. No problem-- I paid them the money I owed them, plus $25 for the collection agency or whatever, and I'm all paid up.
As we're walking back to the front counter, I comment to the (girl wearing the nurse clothing looking stuff... assistant?) that it's too bad they never called me about this, because I could have gotten it paid over the phone. I make sure to remind her how many times they've called me to remind me I should come in soon, yet they couldn't make a call to me to let me know that I hadn't paid my bill before I left town, and that soon debt collectors would be coming my way with baseball bats. She looks at me, with a straight face, and says:
"But there'd be so many people to call.." (She is assumedly talking about people who need to pay their bill.)
It's too bad that logic evades her, because she's super cute (but married, I think). In 2010, how do things like this even happen?
Ahhh, a day in the life...
