So I get a collections call from one of those bottom-feeding, zombie-debt scum companies.
Only, it’s not for me — it’s for someone else. Someone with the same last name. Apparently, they’re fishing — looking for anyone who might know this person, who can give them contact info.
This pisses me off. I ask them for their business name, their state of incorporation, and their attorney of record.
The minimum-wage drone refuses to answer any of these. I ask to speak to his supervisor. He tells me that he’s a “manager” — I tell him that I don’t care, and I want to speak to whomever he answers to. He puts me on hold. I don’t go away. His supervisor comes on.
Rinse. Repeat. He gives me the company name, and the state — refuses to answer anything else (attorney of record, whether he’s aware that they’re violating FTC guidelines, etc.). He hangs up, giving me his name as he does so.
I grab the company info from the internet, call the front office, and ask to speak to him.
He comes on, I say “Hi — just wanted to let you know that you can be found.” We then go around for another 5 minutes, as I get him flustered about the fact that they have no pre-existing business relationship with the occupants of the household they called. He whines about how I’m wasting his time.
Wasting HIS time.
He yells at me to stop calling him. He tells me he’s offended.
If anybody wants to have some fun:
Call Client Services Inc., of St. Charles MO, at (636) 947-2321. Ask for Ken Rivers.
