The vast majority of my DNA comes from the Scottish Highlands.
As such, I have no particular problem with those folks who run professional "payday loans" businesses.
I have never been tempted to use their services -- and will never -- because my Scottish ancestors would rise up and beat me about the head and shoulders for knowingly paying 900+% interest on anything, but if citizens enter into contracts with these companies of their own free will and cognizant that they are going to owe approximately Oh-My-Tap-Dancing-Gods-Are-You-Kidding-Me worth of interest on those loans -- who am I to involve myself in private business dealings?
BestPayToday.com employs a gentleman by the name of Caesar -- I'm going to assume that is the proper spelling -- and Mr. Caesar would really, really like a citizen by the name of "Timothy" to pay BestpayToday.com what he owes.
I know this, because Mr. Caesar has called my phone multiple times -- three times today, point of fact -- asking for Timothy.
Over the past couple of months I have spoken to Mr. Caesar, or his minions, a couple dozen times; each time I have politely informed Mr. Caesar (or his minions) that not only is there not anyone by the name of "Timothy" at my cell-phone number, but that no-one at this number has ever utilized the services of BestPayToday.com in the past, will ever use the services of BestpayToday.com in the future, nor does anyone here owe them any money in any way, shape, form or fashion.
Apparently Mr. Caesar and his minions either don't believe me or BestPayToday.com employs some proper thickwits, because they woke me up three times today demanding to speak to "Timothy".
When I started this post, I had a three page rant about the situation that Blogger ate.
This may have been a Good Thing.
Above, I began this second post by stating I had no philosophical objection to payday loan businesses. That may have changed, because -- after being woken from a sound sleep three times this morning -- I have now developed a solid case of the red arse.