You may now call me crankenstein

Dear Radio Rentals,


The Daddy Man and i have been in a 36 month contract with you for the past 32 months and i am not happy with the service i am receiving. You see three months ago your unsturdy television we had opted to rent/buy, fell on top of my four year old daughter and the screen shattered to pieces.


 For 32 months we had been paying accidental damage insurance yet you say you cannot help us? The Daddy Man has called your store many times over the past few weeks to be told he would receive a call back regarding this problem...he is still waiting. 


In The little cherry house our dollars are very important you see, so when we come home from a thrifty trip at the shops to find a 'Pay now or we are taking your shit' letter in our front door, we get pretty pee'd off. Why are you asking us to pay for a product that we do not have and were under the assumption was being repaired?


 The Daddy Man finally got through to your store manager to be told the television wasn't being repaired or replaced and that we had to continue paying for the remainder of the contract. I do not understand. We have a contract and for 32 months now we have kept up our side of said contract, you however have not. We have had our washing machine 'fixed', and i say fixed lightly, by you guys over and over again and it always stuffs up  within a month. Now you are telling me that the $5000 i have paid you over the past few years will be kept by you and i will receive nothing in return? GIANT HOGWASH!!


 After learning of our television fate i googled your company and fell upon a long list of disgruntled customers who you have also ripped off, and although i am not a famous blogger as yet i am going to tell my tiny fan base all about your rip off nature. I'm not sure if you were aware but the Internet is a fantastic place to have your company praised but it seems that your fuckwit-itis has created many an enemy!


You are probably also not aware that The Daddy Man worked for many years in a similar line of career and will not be taking this lying down. Are you prepared to have your ass kicked in a giant money losing way?


Your sincerely Ozzie Thrift Mumma.
PS. I hope a dog does a giant poo in your lunch time sandwhich, without you being aware!