140 West Street
New York, NY 10007
I am writing to you in the (vain) hope that you will correct my problem without harassing me. I hate to sound so negative (actually, I don’t mind at all) but my recent interactions with you have been, shall we say, less than exemplary.
I recently moved and, despite my misgivings, decided to keep my service with you. This alone should have given me a few attaboys in your Verizon rewards system. What I did not recognize is that attaboy are a lot like rasbuckniks* – totally worthless.
Before I moved, I paid my old bill in full. After I moved, but before the billing period expired, I got a new bill which I also paid in full. My (foolish) expectation was that I would receive some credit back because I had in fact paid for overlapping service from the old location to the new one. Instead, I was told that I owed money due to a cancellation fee even though I kept the same service! So the price to be paid for keeping the same service is to be slapped with a cancellation charge. Even members of the U.S. Congress have not yet come up with a cancellation fee for keeping them in office. (I said “yet;” they are working on it as I write this letter.)
After numerous telephone calls and exchanges with various Verizon departments, you add insult to injury by attempting to “improve” my service with a few (many) questions about the items I currently have. Saying that I am perfectly happy with my current service doesn’t stop you. Asking you to fix my billing problem first doesn’t stop you. Threatening to change service providers doesn’t stop you. Telling you that there is a vicious black bear behind you doesn’t stop you.
By the way, what’s up with the name Verizon? If it’s a combinatory name, then what two names did you combine? Very and Horizon? Veracity and Zone? My personal choices would be So-so service and Badger – SoBad – or how about Contradictory Answers and Fusillade of Extraneous Questions – ConFusE? As you can tell, I am not very good or appreciative of made up names from combinations. One day, some overly clever marketer will decide to name a progressive book company that publishes recorded logs of religious material by combining Diarist and Heavenly to get — Diarrhea.
Let me sign off by saying that I am, (for now),
*The rasbucknik was the currency unit of Lower Slobovia in Al Capp’s comic strip “Li’l Abner.” One rasbucknik was worth nothing at all; a million rasbuckniks were worth even less because of all the trouble of lugging them around.