As I was trying to organize my finances this month, I noticed that my Rogers bill, which usually arrives on the 4th of each month, had not yet graced me with its presence. I quickly drafted a letter and sent it off to Rogers. Apparently unable of simply asking "where's my bill?", I instead went all freaky weird bondage on them. I expect I'll eventually get a reply in the form of a restraining order.
It was bound to happen eventually, let's face it.
Did you forget me, Rogers? Did you forget our regular date, on the 4th of each month, when you try to impress me with your knowledge of my day-to-day usage and I impress you by questioning false information? Are we no longer doing this dance of services rendered and payment received?
Let's be honest, after all. Although I try not to speak of it in polite company, I do pay you for your services, as you well know. It's always been a bit of a sticky point in our relationship, hasn't it, Rogers? That you would give me nothing unless I paid you, that you coldly provide what I need, contact me once for payment, and then ignore me the rest of the time, cast aside like yesterday's analog TV?
Come on, Rogers. I don't want this to end. I want to continue taking advantage of you, but I want to compensate you for it, too. So that you'll keep showing up on my television and on my computer, at my demand. I know how you work. Receiving payment makes you come.
So just send that bill my way, okay? I want to check out your numbers and cross-reference my usage. I want to pay you and use you, Rogers.
Just like I know you like it.