This post at Strange in San Antonio reminds me of a little story I could tell.
Back in the days of my previous job, when I was either reading gas & electric meters for the S.A. company who provides those utilities, or dropping off final cut-off notices for people who didn't pay their bills, I had a notice for the Zachry company. Every time I see one of their trucks these days I'm always reminded of this and smirk knowingly.
You might wonder why such a big company had a bill that was overdue enough to deserve such a notice. Well, you might be surprised at who gets these notices sometimes. I once delivered one to the AT&T Center for several thousand dollars. I kept getting passed off from one person to another; no one wanted to accept the notice. I knew that the Spurs were going to play the Lakers there that night, so finally I said, "Look, if this isn't taken care of, they're going to shut you down and you're not going to have any electricity tonight." It was totally untrue, but I had to deliver 125 of those things every day and I was tired of their bullsh*t. It was like I had kicked an anthill. It didn't take them long after that to find someone who would accept the notice.
So anyway, back to the original story. I took this notice to the Zachry company and they pulled the same trick. No one wanted to take this thing from my hand. I got fed up and just put the pink slip down on the nearest desk and started to walk out. One of their goons yelled at me that I couldn't leave it there, and I simply said, "It's my job to leave it there." His face got very dark and he said, "You don't wanna make Zachry mad at you, boy." I involuntarily snorted and very short snort of laughter and then found myself replying, "What're you gonna do, pave my driveway bad?"
After a second or two of utter silence, he stomped away shouting "somebody take care of this." I walked out, leaving the pink slip where I had already dropped it. I guess they paid their bill. I never got in trouble for my crass behavior.
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