I CAN Quit You!
I knew it was coming. I hate living on borrowed time. But they wronged me and there had to be a reckoning.
Of course I'm talking about cancelling my Amazon Prime. It seems like more and more these days it is getting harder and harder to quit corporate America. My beef with Prime was that they never asked me to renew my subscription. Honestly, I don't recall even signing up in the first place. That's on me for letting that one slip past the goalie by not paying attention. Amazon deliveries were a big help to me when I first moved here and was without wheels. *Free* was a good thing at the time. But when I heard via the media that the annual fee was going up to (I think) $179 a year, I knew I needed to cut that out. But I was getting these emails from a bank that handled the Amazon house card. Fucking emails telling me that I owed them $22. No bills. Emails. They couldn't be bothered to tell me what they were for. I couldn't help but be suspicious even after I realized it was the house card that I was pretty damn sure I hadn't used much- if at all.
Long story short, they put me on an installment plan for the Prime subscription that I'm pretty sure that I never actually signed up for or used to make a purchase.
How's that for service? They decide what you want and bill you for it. There's a lot to hate about Amazon. Jeff Bezos for starters. And then there's Jeff Bezos. Fuck that guy. At no point did Jeff or anybody ask me if I wanted to renew my Prime. They just fucking did it for me. The same spooky bank sent me a new bill for over $200. With that I cancelled the house card. I quickly got a "Hey friend" email (of course) that was sad about that move and NOW they asked which of my cards could they put my renewal on. Well, if you put it that way, none of them. I pulled all cards from my account. Golly, how were they going to bill me now?? Yeah... BTW, they asked me for my address. Fucker's been sending me packages for a year, yet they don't know where I live.
So, I was hoping to enjoy the Prime channel on TV last night, one last time. "Countdown" was a decent show, and I was getting into the old FX limited series about the beautiful, autistic El Paso homicide detective ("The Bridge") but not for $179 bucks. That was about it though. As a streaming service, it's not all that. In these trumpy times, we have to watch our finances. This brings us to my travails with YouTube TV. They are harder to quit than gay Montana cowboy love.
Those fuckers- you go to their website and are instructed to click the "cancel now" button if you want to cancel, now. Could it really be that easy? Of course not. Last few dozen times I tried it; the same thing happened. Click "cancel now" and it goes to a page that has a menu of their lineup options. I took that to mean they were already trying to entice me back. I just thought it odd that there was no "Sorry to see you go..." acknowledgement. I didn't want tears or anything but let me know right? Recently, I checked my bank statement and saw there was a fresh payment to YouTubeTV. Now, that payment schedule with the bank was something I actually signed up for. Since YTTV wasn't taking "cancel now" seriously, I decided that no longer having my bank pay that bill might be the only way to go. That might get the message across that this love affair is over.
It's a fucked up way of doing business but I bet it's moneymaker. Ever see those commercials where the guy stops people on street to show them, they are paying for things online that they are not getting? I thought that was silly. How could that happen? Well, now I know.
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