Wire transfer

 

Is it an improvement coming from Rock Music to Reggaeton? Let’s order a pizza, she said. I was choosing what to have when I got a message in my email inbox stating that a wire transfer had been initiated. That’s when the dehumanized-post-covid-neo-political-correct-no-assistance-at-all cascade started.

Aside from ruining my whole afternoon with these new and unpredictable issues, and after a forty-five-minute wait, the dispute has taken place. Money was gone then. Can a celebrity take pride in becoming a Reggaeton fan? It bothers me, and I don’t understand myself why I need to, why I do.

Time went by, and a promotion pops up on my social media feed: a concert, a rock band concert I would like to attend. She asked me about any age restrictions, you know, so we can take our son with us. Yes, he’s young; he is only four, but it would be great to take him. I guess it won’t be a problem. I just need to make sure and get the right information.

How many times does the opposition leader of Venezuela (The only one left after all the disasters so far) have to agree on attending these uncomfortable interviews?

Apparently, anyone with a login and a password can initiate a wire transfer. It seems that working with your Word license in another computer is more serious than moving all your money from your bank account.

No information about age restrictions: not in the ticket seller, not in the place or the venue, where the concert is taking place, and nothing in the band’s website either as I found out. Just like a transaction dispute, I have to write and/or call to get my answer. The bank sent a letter stating that the wire transfer complied with whatever regulations they abide so the money can remain gone, and my claim non-understood.

The ticket seller replied, stating that my request, meaning just a simple question, couldn’t be answered by them but by somebody else who seemed to be the true ones in charge of the event. Obviously, I appealed, and I’m still waiting for such results. The truly ones in charge replied as well. They said that the ticket sellers are the ones I should ask for this information. My bank told me something like that too; that I have to dispute the transaction with the unknown bank where the money went.

The ticket seller representative wrote me back again, suggesting me to try the place’s website to get my answer. The bank told me that I can always go to the Consumer Financial Protection Bureau. Which I did, and I am still waiting as well. I couldn’t talk to anybody. I was sent from one robot to the next one until I was given the chance to leave a message: I just want to know if there are any age restrictions, and of course, I need my money back and reverse all the chain of after happenings.

And yes, another unhelpful interviewer on the Venezuelan cause… Wire transfers, indeed!