My throat punch today will be relatable for many of you.
If you haven’t wanted to stab these people in their voice box then I’m impressed and I will give you a high five.
And then I will call you a LIAR!
I’m red in the face, pacing back and forth, fist clenched, bad words spewing mad at these people and a throat punch is the least that they deserve.
MASTERCARD you are getting off easy.
I pay my bill, in full, every month. Not because I’m crazy rich, no, but because I learned the hard way when I was young that credit card companies are un-forgiving sloots when you land yourself thousands of dollars in debt and are drowning in bills.
They don’t care about you.
I climbed my way out of all of my debt and am proud of myself; we live with a very low limit on our credit card. Don’t let me fool you; if it was high it would be spent yo!
So when I went to the pump to fill up my car and my card was declined I was confused, there as money on there! I have a new car, it’s awesome, and I had forgotten that I need to release the gas cover before beginning to pump gas, so after sliding my credit card in I placed the nozzle back and went to release the cover.
Back at the pump my transaction had been reset.
Ok, easy enough, so I started over. Only, I couldn’t because my card was declined. How could this be?
After a very long drawn out story of me going in and out of the store, calling the credit card company, dragging my pant less daughter in from the car because she spilled stuff on her pants and was in great distress, and fighting with them about my balance, it was determined they had charged my card the very moment I picked up the pump and then set it back down.
The moment I went back to open my gas cover.
I didn’t even put in an amount. But they did. They decided I needed $100 worth of fake gas.
There is so much more to this story that I am not going to type out because it is exhausting and full of tears, anger, stabbings, and broken hearts. Just know that the credit card company felt my wrath, will be returning my money, and I may have purchased a gas station.
MasterCard, you are receiving a giant throat punch to the representative gorge for being unhelpful and blaming me for the charge. I am adding a Chuck Norris round house to the automated answering service for not understanding the words “speak with representative!”