fr_defenestrato: (pumpkin)
This isn't exactly current, like in the last week, but [livejournal.com profile] maestro_live just reminded me—because he had a dental appt. this morning— that I hate frigging dentists for reasons wholly unrelated to most people's fear and loathing.

Case in point: My dentist's office sent me a bill for a balance due on the replacement of an old filling. Mind you, my dental insurance is pretty standard, common carrier, fairly understandable if you read the booklet. My plan has four categories (as is typical) and different percentages of coverage/co-pay and/or deductibles on each category. So when I got that filling redone, the desk folk told me the amount of my co-pay percentage, I paid it, and that was that. Then they filed a claim for the balance with the insurance company, which paid—as is also typical—a discounted amount of the bill. And then the fucking dentist's office tried to bill me for the rest.

When the insurance company sent me a 'we paid out' statement, it explicitly said on the bottom, 'You should only pay $xx.xx for these services'—and that amount was less than I had already paid on my initial visit.

Now it may be perfectly legal for them to charge me the standard percent co-pay based on the full fee; but I'll be damned if they're going to come back and tell me 'The insurance company didn't pay your full claim so you owe it.' In fact, I'm not sure it's legal to charge me a percentage of one amount and then settle on a discounted amount for insurance purposes (hence the disparity between the amount I paid and the amount on the ins. co.'s ltr.).

I called the dentist's office and got voicemail. I left a message recounting all of the above, and said that their billing me more than my allowable co-pay was quite obviously fraudulent and they had just better remove that charge and clean up their billing practices if they wanted to stay out of court.

I think I need to find a new dentist now.

[Ok, that's not exactly a thousand woes... I do still have various damage to my front teeth thanks to the frequent slippage of the wobbly hands of 225-year-old, perpetually drunk Dr. Ingemi (whom [livejournal.com profile] eloquentwthrage dubbed 'Dr. Injure Me') on Bellevue Avenue in Hammonton, New Jersey. And as of my last filling by Dr. Fraud my molars don't sit the same way they used to. And my two crowns are going to need replaced soon (they's been there maybe 25 years). Only 996 to go.]
fr_defenestrato: (baby)
Two charges, each in the amount of $44.78, from some online-sounding company in the Netherlands posted to my credit card account, dated 22 July. I discovered these yesterday when I was unable to use my credit card to add money to my Metro SmarTrip card and went online to investigate why. Always suspicious of charges I don't recognize, but also suspicious of my memory, I let it ride for a day. Then this morning three more transactions, each for $100.00, showed up from some company in Dubai, UAE. Presumably the stinkingly rich men there are not quite stinking or rich enough.

So! Somebody's got a hold of my credit card information, almost certainly online (the card itself has not been out of my possession). Of course I use this card for all kinds of online orders—including a slew of recent Amazon merchant purchases—but this is the first time I've ever had any fraudulent activity on it. So I spoke with an Account Manager at Capital One this morning, which was itself a treat:

—Do you have your card in your possession?
—I'm cutting it into little pieces as we speak.
(I was, too.)
—But do you have your card in your possession?
(Eyes rolled toward magnetic north) —YES. That is, in fact, how I am able to cut it into little pieces.

The result is that they've closed my account and will reverse the charges and send it to investigation and send me a new card and advice re the fraud investigation via USPS in 5 to 7 business days.

This is perfectly timed: I had purposely paid a significant chunk of the balance last Friday and was keeping enough available credit on the card to pay for (a) my ticket to the Falcon Ridge Folk Festival and (b) a ride home on Amtrak from Wilmington on Sunday evening when [livejournal.com profile] geckospot drops me at the train station. Thanks to an expense I was not expecting this week, I don't have enough cash for EITHER. There's just no way my new card will arrive in the mail by the time I'm supposed to leave for BWI Friday afternoon, so I have two choices: Beg or Bail.

Oooh, maybe I should do an LJ poll... Naah.

Better idea: I'll fly to Albany as planned on Friday and sneak into Festival camping and just not go to any music shows. There's no security in camping, ever, so it doesn't really matter if I'm camping. I'll have the teenfolk dray me food from the concessions, or just be a schnorrer and live out of everybody's coolers. I'll somehow talk Gecko into driving to D.C. ... oh, hell, no I won't. Maybe I can afford a Greyhound ticket. Hey, Greyhound stops in Wilmington once or twice a week maybe. I'll bring along my EZPass doohickey and cover all the tolls on the way home. I'll set up a massage table in the campground and earn a few bucks. I'll... I'll...

"Bail" is sounding real good about now.

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