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You must be kidding me

It sure didn't take the roofers long to collect their cash.
Believe it or not, ONE DAY after the MRGs finished up their shoddy, stress-causing roof work, guess what came in the mail? Yes, the bill. The $4,600 bill for a roof that is causing us beaucoup headaches. And without so much as a hint of apology for the damage and woe they've caused. NOTHING. In fact, there's a sticker on the bill that reads:

"Payments received after 7 days of this invoice will be subject to 18 percent annual interest."
No. I'm not kidding.
Also, I thought I'd note, that the ABC Roofing Co. slogan is this:
"Integrity — Experience"

Unreal.
Are you sure we're not getting Punk'd??
At least if I were famous (and disgustingly wealthy to boot), I wouldn't mind these hassles so much.

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