david reynolds
David lives in a suburb south of Nashville, Tennessee with his wife, a daughter in first grade, and a behaviorally-challenged poodle. He is a devoted follower of Jesus Christ and a believer in the concepts of voluntaryism and mutualism. He is an IT professional, and loves exploring gadgets, software, and new technologies. He also loves music of all kinds, and is an advocate for responsible turn signal usage.

David has learned just enough to realize he doesn't know anything.
02-05-2011

Something I Hate

I don’t hate anyone. I really try hard to “love my neighbor as myself,” although I am pretty much a miserable failure at it, but I don’t actually hate anyone. There is at least one thing I do hate, though: the pathetic business practices of the newspaper The Tennessean. 

Many years ago, I subscribed to The Tennessean. When I signed up, I only purchased a Sunday subscription. One day, someone called from the newspaper and offered to give us a full subscription for the price of the Sunday-only subscription. “Sure, why not?” I thought. When that subscription was about to expire, they sent a bill for renewal. I called them and told them to cancel the newspaper altogether. We never read it, anyway.  But a strange thing happened. They just kept delivering it. They soon sent another bill for papers they had delivered. I called again and was told not to worry about the bill, and I was assured the delivery would stop. It didn’t. I would just throw the papers in the recycle bin when they arrived, and began ignoring the bills.

One day I received a notice from a collection agency demanding payment for all those newspapers I didn’t want. I wrote the collection agency and The Tennessean an angry letter. The papers stopped, but the collection agency kept sending me bills periodically. I finally wrote them and threatened to report them to the Federal Trade Commission if they persisted in trying to collect the bill. A few days later I received a letter from The Tennessean informing me the amount they said I owed had been credited to my account and apologizing for the problem. I vowed to never have anything to do with them again.

Fast forward to December 2009. A family member, not realizing my disdain for the newspaper, gave me a one-year subscription to The Tennessean for Sunday-only delivery. When the subscription was about to expire, the newspaper sent a bill. My wife called them this time and informed them we wanted delivery stopped, and eventually they stopped. 

Today we received a notice from a collection agency acting on behalf of The Tennessean requesting a $29 payment. My advice: never, ever subscribe to The Tennessean. Don’t agree to receive the newspaper for free if they call. If someone gives you a subscription as a gift, politely refuse it. 

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