Life can be pretty strange nowadays.
Remember my check for $5 -- that magically changed into $50? Thanks to the loose fingers of a certain door-to-door teenager, that is.
I got a phone call from the director at Priority Choice Marketing, the company that had hired her. They knew exactly who she was, because she was one of four solicitors in Colorado, used her real initials and employee i.d. number on my receipt. Either really stupid -- after all, she was a kid -- or really smart.
She was 18.
Had already been in trouble with the law a few times. (I can just guess.)
And she'd done this check-altering business to a dozen or more others, besides me.
The company didn't notice, because she'd also altered the hard copy on the receipts she turned in. (Did she turn them all in? I wonder.) They didn't notice...until my letter arrived.
Apparently no one else had complained, up to that point. Hey, people, didn't that scammed money mean much to you?? Or did you think that neither the police, nor your bank, would bother with that small amount, anyways? (Frankly, if you did, you were right.)
The police in Summit County (where Priority Choice Marketing is located) wouldn't file charges until they'd gotten copies of ALL the paperwork, and processed it all. That took more than a week...by which time, Little Miss Liar-Pants not only denied the check changes ('somebody else did it'), but suddenly had urgent business in her home state of Washington.
Where she was now headed, on a bus.
Fortunately, the Summit County arrest warrant had come through. The Washington cops would pick her up at the bus station, when she got off.
I hope so.
At any rate, Priority Choice Marketing was NOT part of this scheme...
really does send care kits to troops overseas...
and not only was reversing the charges (so Air Academy Credit Union would get their money back), but was sending me a $50 check, for the trouble I'd gone through.
Now THAT's customer service.
Thank you, Priority Choice Marketing, for being a company that stands behind your customers. I appreciate it.
I would love to see the face of my little dear when she steps off the bus this weekend, and sees her new friends waiting for her.
Only I doubt she'll be smiling.
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