So... What had happened was.. (and I know that previous statement is terrible grammar but it's really funny sounding when Meghan or I say it. moving on...). We were to close on our house July 5th. Which was a Thursday. Brady and I took off work around 3 p.m because we had to go home to grab some uber importante paper work as well as attach the white-trash trailer to B's truck before we drove our happy butts all the way over to West Little Rock to sign the bank papers.
|We were those people you curse on the interstate... Yep...|
BIA: "Well ma'am they turned off your electricity"
Me: "Yes, I am perfectly aware of this as I am standing outside of my house stranded because of it. You need to send someone out here to turn it on"
BIA: "I can do that when the next shift change happens"
Me: "When is that?"
Me: "Well you are going to have to send someone out here now because we need it on no later than 5 pm because we are closing on our house. Can you manage that?"
BIA: "I can't guarantee anything"
Me: "Well you are going to have to guarantee that considering this is your mistake"
Then she interrupts me... the nerve!!
BIA: "Actually you don't know that this is our mistake. You could have told them to do that."
Me: "There is no chance in hell that I would ever tell anyone to turn off my electricity and considering we asked for you to change the billing name on the account over on the 6th of July and it is the 5th I am 100% certain this is your departments mistake and not mine. Now if you don't have someone out here to fix our electricity in the next 30 minutes there will be hell to pay.
Click. The End.
Next installment: tomorrow.. :) Happy Tuesday folks!