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!
