Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Megan Young

There is a woman out there someone in this world. Her name is Megan Young. I have no idea how old she is. I know not the color of her skin, her hair, her eyes. She might have a beautiful smile, shining white teeth, and a laugh that carries the music of a thousand nightingales on its echo. She might be gracious, kind, giving, and lovely.

But I have come to loathe this woman.

This woman once lived within the walls I now call home. I don't know which room she slept in though. She collected mail and bills at this address. At some point I am assuming she paid some.

But then, for whatever reason or circumstance, she stopped paying her bills. And then, seemingly, disappeared off the face of the known universe.

Daily I receive telephone calls to our home phone line from debt collectors looking for Megan Young. I understand the human beings on the other end of the line are just doing their jobs. I practice my patience and tell them Megan Young doesn't live at this address, hasn't for at least three years. But they still call. If I don't answer the phone because I see it's an 800# and I know now who they are, they just call back. All day. Every hour. So I answer. I tell them to remove our number from their lists. A number never associated with Megan Young. They call anyways. I am astounded at the number of debt collection company names out there that this woman seems to owe money to.

Weekly I open my mail box to find bills and letters addressed to Megan Young. I write "RTS - No longer at this address" on the envelopes and put them back in the mailbox. Another week passes and more letters arrive.

Repo-men have shown up at our front door. Men who are allowed on my property by law to investigate whether Megan Young still resides here. It makes my skin crawl.

This woman, she is a nuisance of my time and energy.

Megan Young - where ever you are, I hope you are lovely. I am sorry for whatever circumstances transpired to cause you to default on so many debts. But for the love of all things good and wonderful, please, please resurface on this plant, in this state, perhaps this city, and rightfully claim responsibility for what was originally yours to begin with.


Jackie Blum June 24, 2009 at 12:39 PM  

First, I am so very sorry that you have inherited this Megan chick's financial backlash. I can only imagine the frustration you might feel. Hell, I get mad when UF calls every. single. night. asking for money, and I LOVE UF! I simply hate phones. Really. But all that you deal with beyond the calls is just mind boggling to me. I would pull my hair out. I wish there was a way to fix it, and quickly! You did not create this mess so why are you being punished for it? Sometimes unfairness just makes me cringe.

Second, I am SO very, very glad that I am not Megan Young. Ugh, what a horrid situation.

Anonymous June 26, 2009 at 9:39 AM  

No words for how much that sucks. If you find Megan, tell her to let the Gansters know they have a LOT of mail coming my way.

I feel like there must be some legal recourse for dealing with this, but I haven't the slightest idea what that would be. Good luck.

Kekibird July 1, 2009 at 7:25 PM  

I lived in the shadow of a woman named Maria Gomez for 2 years. At one point a storage place was calling and calling for payment and I lost it. I told them not only was I not Maria but Maria had died....

I was now assume my position in hell...