It was bad enough when she joined Netflix using his/my e-mail address: but now that she’s quit, Netflix is sending her/me two, three, sometimes four e-mails a day begging her to return.
Apparently you can quit the Mob (or Heath Ledger) easier than you can quit Netflix.
The funny thing is, Netflix provided me with a link with which I can re-instate her membership using her credit card number. I am tempted.
(I’m not sure whether I can use this same backdoor to get her credit card number, but it wouldn’t surprise me)
She opened a Netflix account under her (presumably) own address, but everything sent to that address gets automatically copied to Idiot Bill’s address. Which of course is actually my address, since apparently he gave his wife his wrong address.
Because of course he did.
I checked, and this is indeed an active Netflix account.
So now I can change the password on her account and own it. God knows what other information I could get by logging into her account. Or I could close her account.
I won’t do any of these things but swear to God, I hope these two haven’t reproduced.
Okay, so I was just e-mailed the receipt for a limo ride Idiot Bill took today. The fare was $85, and there was a $100 tip added.
I see three possibilities:
- IBB is a really generous guy
- They’re ripping him off (and I guess he won’t know until he gets his credit card statement); or
- He received some services in the back seat beyond having been driven from one place to another.
A Seattle RE/MAX wants his home address so they can send him a commission check…
Idaho Idiot Bill Bickel. This is new.
While at the same time just more of the same. Seriously, how does every Bill Bickel in the country think he has my email address? I’m not even sure whether this makes five or six, that’s how bad it’s gotten.
I just got three apparently-important e-mails regarding his upcoming medical procedure, and I have no way of forwarding them to him.
We’re currently having some very expensive work done on our kitchen and basement. Got an e-mail this afternoon from a contractor telling me that while working on our basement, they noticed that our gas furnace needs immediate replacement.
Fortunately, I noticed a 206 (Seattle) area code.
I was sorely tempted to respond “Sure, go ahead, and only top-of-the-line will do.”
IBB, the Seattle real estate agent, has appropriated my Gmail address. Now South Dakota’s Bill Bickel is using my Yahoo mail address.
So I know all about the Dodge van he and his wife Courtney own, paid for by his mother Laurie.
This would make him at least the fifth Bill Bickel to use either my Gmail or Yahoo address. This is getting beyond ridiculous.
What’s it been, just over six years that he’s been giving people my e-mail address instead of his own?
This isn’t rocket science.
My policy now is to simply ignore anything that doesn’t seem like an absolute emergency.