Open letter to Queenie Washington
Dear Queenie,
I don’t know you. I don’t know what you did. I don’t know who you owe.
I have no grudge. I’m not judging you. Whatever mess you’re in, I hope you get it all sorted out soon.
I admit, I am a little curious about you. But believe that I never wanted to be up in your business.
Whether it was a ruse to throw them off your trail or just a slip of the pen, when you gave them my number as your own, you put me in a world of hurt.
All those calls from California call centers looking for you, Queenie—what could they possibly want? They are ringing me ON THE HOUR for you. What did you do that was so bad? Why don’t they believe me when I say I’m not you? FOR CHRISSAKE, WHY DO THEY KEEP SAYING THEY’RE SORRY AND THEY’LL MAKE A NOTE OF IT—AND THEN CALLING RIGHT BACK?
I’m begging you, Queenie: make it stop. I’m completely out of minutes.
Not you,
Me
madness!
have you alerted your cell service provider?
That didn’t occur to me; Is there something the CSP could do? Haven’t gotten a call for Queenie yet today, but it’s only 10am in Cali.
i bet you can convince them to refund your minutes and possibly block the annoying calls. wouldn’t hurt to ask…
For several months I received calls from Antonio Guzman’s creditors. Then I worked out a payment plan for him and the calls abated.