On the evening of Monday, January 26, 2009, a young man named Nick Stuckey with Success Express Sales, Inc. knocked on my door talking about how he wanted to be a great business leader one day, so on and so on, and that as a reward trip for his schooling or company, he might get to go on some vacation if he gets a certain number of points based on what magazine you buy and how many issues you order.
Typically, I do not deal with these people, my husband does, and he finds it much easier turning people away. However, he was not available, and I figured, hey, I had been meaning to open a subscription to Rolling Stone for a while, why not help out the kid at the same time (even though Rolling Stone wasn't worth very many points)?
So I wrote him a check for $67, for 52 issues, got a receipt (that I do not see my signature on, honestly no idea how that got by me at the time!) and got what is probably not a valid phone number, as 1. I have seen another report on here about Nick Stuckey, and 2. I regret that I did not get an area code, just 493-9668, which is why I did not put it in the phone number field. (Mostly I rushed through his story and got down to business, as I am a college student also, and just wanted the subscription, and get back to homework, and getting more medicine in me for whatever bronchial junk I had going on at the time).
I thought I was being very responsible despite my state, paying by check, not cash or credit card, and getting and saving the receipt and a phone number, just in case, you know? But with school gearing back up, and my husband being gone, I was just not in the frame of mind to look it up when I had the chance to save myself. I am a very trusting person, but looking back on it now, I cannot believe I ordered a magazine subscription I probably would have been too busy to read anyway! The cold and cough meds, plus lack of sleep for school must have gone to my head. I feel like such an idiot!
Even worse, I am pretty sure he got others in my apartment building, and indeed complex. He put stickers on our doors, and wrote on the stubs to the receipts "Nick is back on top! Don't stop to knock!" to mark that he had been by and sold to those of us who bought already, so that others would not come by and try to solicit as well.
I know in the grand scheme of things, $67 is not so bad. But when you are in college and married to the military, you don't typically make decisions to spend any amount of money lightly, especially in this economy. I thought I was buying an ok deal, and helping out a kind young gentleman who works hard, and clearly, that was not the case. I feel just sick, angry, and violated that I let this creep into my home and sell me his tripe!
I am going to the bank tomorrow to see if there is any way to track the account that particular check was deposited into. I really hope I can contest this and get my money back. If not, lesson learned, and I am going to make sure everyone I know knows about it (FRG, school groups, anyone I can plant the seed with and have it spread quickly). I may contact a news station out here too, as this is a military and college town, and you just don't screw with military personnel and college students around here. I really wish I had thought to research the company immediately after the transaction so that I could have canceled the check right away, and screwed that jerk instead. But he was very convincing, and receipts are one of those things a person feels that he or she can trust for some reason.
Just so pissed off in general.