Daniel is still either the Devil or, more likely, one of the Devils minions...a bitchy snooty little minion, but I called my bank and had them dispute the charges. To do that, I have to close out my debit card. That's not the problem. The problem is that now I'm obsessed with revenge. I can't help it. They're just such schmucks! I wish that I could know for sure that there is a special extra hot and burny spot in hell reserved for business execs who put in place evil customer service policies and the soulless little suckers who blindly carry those policies out. If I knew that they would fry extra crispy for all eternity, then I could sleep better at night.
I wish I were joking. I really do.