Today’s email comes from “the weekend crew at the Emergency Department at Maury Regional Hospital” claiming they are tired of a co-worker’s complaints over her messed up mailbox.
This is the weekend crew at the Emergency Department at maury regional hospital in Columbia Tn. One of our fellow nurses has been complaining for four months about her brick mailbox being rammed and broken down by an uninsured motorist. The vehicle and driver were found down the road by the local police department with the airbags deployed and the driver stating that she didnt have insurance. Two weeks after the mailbox was demolished a new mailbox appeared it was a cheap non brick duck mailbox. She is very unhappy to know that she will not get her brick mailbox replaced that matches her new brick home. We are going crazy in the ER listening to her complain. Please come to Columbia and help us!!!!!!!
Someone drove a pick up truck through the wall of the Mt Zion Church of Christ early on the morning of January 21st.
The damage is estimated over $10,000 dollars. The crime is unsolved, but detectives have some strong clues and Maury County investigators hope that someone out there can help solve the case.
The classroom wall at the Mt. Zion C.O.C. was demolished. Bricks were scattered and furniture destroyed.
It happened around 1 in the morning on Elk Ridge Rd in Mt. Pleasant.
"It sounded like a big WOW!"
Stanley Odom is dressed in hunting over alls and carrying a 2 million candle power light as he tells me what he saw and heard.
Standing in the front yard of his home, the 61 year references his church a few hundred yards away.
"I was in the bed. It was about 1am. And I heard a loud smash. Man someone has wrecked," he says.
"I jumped up and peeped out the window. Then I seen he ran into the church. I could tell they were hung up in the church trying to get loose. Man these people are trying to get away," he says above the crow of a nearby rooster.
"I got this spot light and shined the light on them," he says blinding my trusty photog, Al.
"They were hooked up to the church. The front end of the truck was behind the brick. They were trying to break loose. They kept revving the engine and jumping the truck back and forth. So I put the light on them. I yelled, hey, stop! Just hold it. I called the police they are on their way. They paid me no attention and kept revving the engine. Finally they broke loose and backed down the wall and burnt their tires."
While his wife, Viola calls 9-1-1, the church member says he jumps in his pick up and gives chase. He says he follows them for about 2 miles on the dark windy roads, before he gives up and comes back to deal with investigators.
"I made me sick to my stomach," he says when asked how he feels about the ordeal. "That some one is not willing to stand up to their obligation."
We walk to the church. The wall is under repair and covered by a black tarp. There are hunks of wall and bricks missing. You can see green paint streaking the bricks where the truck scraped its way in and out. On the inside, there is new plaster board and saw horses, where the damage is being fixed.
"What would you say to these vandals?"
"I would say, be a man and stand up to it. If you have insurance, let them pay for it."
Odom estimates the damage at over ten thousand dollars. He says this little church needs every dollar it gets, especially to keep helping those less fortunate.
It’s not like the truck didn’t suffer a tremendous amount of damage.
Over at the Maury County Sheriff’s Dept., Detective Brandon Park takes part after part out of an evidence bag, placing them on display.
He picks up a 6 foot long piece of plastic that he says goes on the top of the front bumper of the suspect vehicle.
I ask where he got the bumper guard.
It was inside the church classroom amidst the rubble he says.
Park says the truck is a 1994 or 1996 Dodge Ram 1500. He says it is ½ ton full sized and metallic green in color. He tells me that the tires, based on the traction marks in the mud, appear to be wider than normal.
"It is pretty clear," he says holding up an investigative photo of the green streaks on the brick. "From looking at the church, the truck has scrapes down the passenger side where it rubbed up against the church. And it is a dark metallic green. Obviously, the person driving didn’t make the curve and slid into the corner. The church is close to the roadway."
Do you think anyone was hurt, I ask.
"I would not be surprised if there was an air bag, probably deployed. Insulation was knocked down. Chairs were knocked over. More brick work knocked into the room.
This is an easy case to solve.
The truck is a Dodge Ram 1500.
It is metallic green or teal.
It has front end damage and scratches down the passenger side.
If you have seen this truck then call the Maury County Sheriff’s Dept.
Today’s email of the day comes from a parent that thinks it’s messed up for their daughter to haul around school books.
What’s really messed up is the weight our kids are required to carry on their backs. My daughter is 5ft.1inch 105 lbs and it is still very difficult to carry her books to and from school. She complains of back pain and shoulder stiffness. Come on. It’s unhealthy!!!
As I drove up to Eva Gardner’s house in the Waverly Belmont neighborhood I take stock of a well maintained street; shrubs are manicured and the yards relatively spruced up for a cold January day.
As I get out of the car and walk down the narrow passage of her duplex, I begin to detect the foul stench of raw sewage.
Eva exits her home with a huge, inviting smile. She joins me in the rear of her home and begins pointing at the problem with her cane.
I look to the base of the structure and immediately see a foamy white pool that has formed around the foundation. I wince uneasily as the visual and the nauseating stench fill my nostrils. I notate how the liquid goo ostensibly oozes down hill, through the grass, toward the alley which borders busy Wedgewood Avenue.
“It looks like snow back here Eva. It’s 40-something degrees out here. I’m pretty sure it didn’t snow just behind your house did it?”
The mother of twin 17-year-old girls laughs out loud. If she didn’t laugh, perhaps she would cry this situation is so foul.
“No that’s not snow,” she says, “that’s toilet paper and whatever else…”
Eva Gardner tells me she noticed the problem in September, some four months ago.
“It shoots up,” Gardner tells me, referencing a white piece of PVC pipe that seems to lurk just below the lake of excrement.
The wind shifts slightly and the pungent stench of invisible disgust floats into our nostrils. I feel like vomiting, but fight the urge.
I am amazed that this woman has been able to tolerate this insidiousness for even a day no less 120. 120 days!
The thought of living like this for 120 days is almost incomprehensible.
“This is not a third world nation,” I say to Gardner, half joking.
She smiles that friendly smile and eloquently and calmly tries to explain what it has been like.
“I saw water gushing up so I called the water company, and they came out and said it is a sewage line, that I need a plumber.”
Someone inside the duplex has obviously flushed a toilet or run water down a drain, because there is a sudden bubbling in the toxic puddle.
“Have you contacted the landlord and said sir, we have a problem please come out?”
“Yes, and every month I pay the rent, I put a note on it and say, ‘I have a problem’”
“What would your note say?” I ask.
“It would say, ‘It is getting rougher and rougher, come and smell it.’”
I have asked Metro Health to visit the location. By this time they have arrived as Eva continues to relay to us the hideousness of living here.
“I have two teenagers and we can’t have company.”
“This is wrong. You should not have to live like this one day no less four months,” I say growing angrier. “120 days,” I say aloud to no one in particular.
Just the thought of 120 days of this is unbelievable. Thanksgiving and Christmas and special events all have come and gone and still the river of excrement and the bog of stench hovers here.
This is Nashville, Tennessee for Goodness sakes, not some squalor village in Indonesia.
“It smells terrible back here ma’am,” I say telling the woman nothing she doesn’t all ready know.
“Oh it is worse. This is a good day.”
She tells me in September when it was still quite warm it was way worse.
“Mosquitoes, it was really bad. I thought about West Nile.”
Then, the woman with the cane and the health problems drops the most unbelievable bombshell of all. She tells me that while walking behind her home one day she fell. She slipped in human fecal matter!
The thought of a grown woman picking herself up out of a soiled, bacteria filled swamp in Nashville, Tennessee is an image that is hard to fathom.
Gardner tells me this story with such nonchalance, I can hardly believe it.
“Wait a second,” I say stopping her short. “You fell in human excrement? That is not right!”
Again she smiles sweetly and calmly, “No it is not.”
“When you fall in human waste, what do you even do?”
Gardner throws her hands in the air and begins to chuckle as my rant only intensifies.
“There [are] not enough showers in the world, not enough Handi-Wipes you can use. There are not enough gloves to put on after falling in a puddle of human waste.”
She rolls her eyes. “I looked up at the sky and said, ‘No, this can’t be happening.’ I just could not do anything.”
She pauses. The smile disappears from her lips.
“I am distraught. I can’t open my window. That is my bedroom,” she says pointing to the window above the bog of bubbling stink. “I have fibromyalgia. I have Sleep apnea. I have a machine and I need air to circulate. If I open the window it was awful. The window is closed since September.”
We stop the interview so Eva and the health department investigators can talk.
“I didn’t know who to call,” Eva says, “I thought my landlord would take care of it.”
“You did the right thing contacting the owner,” Wayne Denton says.
Denton and Jawon Lauderdale are environmentalists with the Metro Health Department. They have come with cameras and note pads to document this disgusting scene which they say has been classified as an immanent health hazard.
“It is a major concern,” Denton will tell me. “With bacteria, people can get sick, animals and children. If they play in it, there can be major problems.”
When told that she slipped in fecal matter, Denton’s face grows concerned.
“That is troubling to know that. A sewage problem should be corrected at once and issued a notice to correct it immediately or risk being cited into court.”
I go to the other inspector who is gazing at the river of feces flowing toward the alley which is situated just above Wedgewood Avenue.
“This is a public nuisance,” Lauderdale says, referencing the bizarre scene.
“We will proceed with civil citations, to get the assistance of the court.”
To his credit, Eva Gardner says the landlord is aware of the problem and has taken several quotes to rectify the problem but 120 days is 120 days.
I contact Lee Molette, who is a well spoken and seemingly thoughtful landlord. He tells me to meet him at the duplex later that day. He also tells me that he has asked a plumber to meet us there to get another quote.
We stand in the sunshine of the afternoon in the front of the house. The smell is not detectable here.
A resident washes his car and a neighbor walks her dog.
They eye us with a curious stare, perhaps wondering if the smell will ever stop.
“I think, obviously, when you have property, things happen,” Molette says succinctly. “Whether, it is the infrastructure type things that eventually wear out, or whether it is tenants who are not proper stewards of the facilities they live in. They can flush the wrong thing down the toilet,” he continues, “it can be any number of things, but when you have real estate, something will happen at some point.”
“She says she alerted you, in September or October. It’s now mid-January what is taking so long?” I ask.
“We have taken a number of quotes on the work, it’s as high as $8,000 and that is too much to come up with all at one time. Anything from $4,000 to $8,000 is just too much. Those prices quoted are not fair. But we have had a plumber come out and they tried to dredge through the pipes. All he pulled out were things that shouldn’t be in the commode to start with, like diapers and feminine products; things other than toilet paper and waste that normally go through.”
I remind him that is probably hard to know when the line broke, or just exactly what caused it. He does sound like he wants to fix the problem, but like any good businessman, doesn’t want to pay excessively.
“We own properties around Nashville,” he says. “We pride ourselves in taking good care of tenants. Most stay with us. So we have a good reputation with our tenants. It is, if you look inside their units, they have new cabinets and everything they need.”
He pauses.
“Well I would not be happy with this sewer problem either.”
Just then, a box truck with a large smiley face comes over the hill.
Hiller Plumbing men exit the truck like the cavalry coming to the rescue.
They move through the sewage pond like marines on maneuver.
I watch one of the Hiller technicians push a pole into the pipe, through the murky quagmire of water, and begin to feel around. Like a blind man reads Braille, he seems to understand the blockage in the pipe. Perhaps the bubbles send tiny vibrations through the metal rod into his fingers. Perhaps he is some kind of Poop whisperer. I am unclear how he can gain so much knowledge so quickly, but he immediately begins formulating a plan that he relays to the property owner.
“We’ll write it up and price the cost to clean it,” he says. “We’ll bring our machine out. If we can’t open it, we won’t charge for the cleaning. We will find a solution for you one way or another. We’ll put a camera through it. We’ll see what the problem is in the line. There is a good chance you have roots in your sewer,” he says looking at the trees that line this historic neighborhood.
For 120 days, the Gardner family has endured a terrible ordeal.
Then we got involved and the Health Department issued cleanup orders.
The landlord showed a “can-do” spirit and the plumbers from Hiller declared the problem would be fixed.
A few hours after this back yard meeting, Mr. Molette calls me. He has very good news.
“The problem is fixed,” he says with an enthusiasm in his voice.
“How much did it run you?” I query, “$4,000? $8,000?”
“$250,” he says.
“What!” I shout into my cell phone.
“$250,” he reiterates. “They snaked it out.”
I thank him for getting the job done.
I’m not sure why it took 120 days, but it only took a day once Eva called That Is Messed Up.
Over the holidays, if you were anywhere near the Cool Springs Galleria in Franklin, you undoubtedly noticed sign spinners and attention getting advertisements.
Some of these were on public right of ways, some of these were on private property, some of these spilled into the street.
Driving on Mallory Lane, which dissects the Mall from other stores, is hectic enough.
Now add a guy juggling a sign advertising a SALE or a discount or a WHATEVER.
If I know you, you’re probably all ready on a cell phone, or texting someone about your new facebook friend. Your radio is more than likely blaring and you’ve only turned around three times to yell at your kids; “don’t make me come back there.”
With your attention level swirling around the drain, what you don’t need now is more visual stimuli, like roadside juggling and dancing and prancing cartoon characters proclaiming: carpet 50% off.
According to Franklin’s Mayor, John Schroer, signs in the right of way are illegal. Period.
Signs that dance into traffic, down sidewalks, or even off private property are not permissible.
“Currently you can’t have signage in the public right of way,” he tells me in the City Council Chambers.
“No signage. It doesn’t matter what it is.” he adds.
I tell him that the sign spinners and theatrical characters dressed like Pickles are out there trying to drum up business in tough economic times.
“We are sympathetic to hard times,” the mayor says earnestly. “We deal with hard times as well. We want to keep it fair and we want to keep it safe. Any type of sign in public right of way is a safety hazard and we need to enforce that. People have a right to advertise their business within laws and within policies.”
The issue took on a combative flavor after the Tennessean ran a story about sign spinners and characters that dance on sidewalks to get attention.
The mayor is quoted as saying: “They (the signs) make Franklin look like Nolensville Road. It is disgusting looking. I think it’s trashy.”
When I ask the mayor about this quote, he tells me that he wants to keep the focus on safety.
He tells me that the city isn’t making any new laws regarding signage. Schroer says the laws on the books just need to be enforced.
That doesn’t sit well with the folks at Noshville Deli.
The business is in an upscale brick business park off of Carothers Parkway.
While driving to the restaurant, I found myself looking around. It’s several hundred yards off the main drag, and you have to know where to turn.
“I sure wish the pickle was out here working the street,” I say to camera man Al. “It would make it easier to find.”
We go into the business and talk to Melissa Hall.
“We just celebrated our one year anniversary on January 10th,” the G.M. tells me.
To combat the “newness” of the business, and to help get patrons to the front door, the Deli uses a 6 foot tall bright green pickle.
The Pickle waves to traffic from the sidewalk on Caruthers. The pickle has a huge smile and big inviting eyes. He is holding a sign that says Now Open for breakfast and Lunch.
Hall calls Mr. Pickle a mascot, even an icon.
The mayor calls Mr. Pickle a sign, albeit a creative one.
“The pickle has become an icon here for Noshville,” Hall says as Mr. Pickle ambles up beside her. “He helps us present our brand. And because we are off the beaten path here it helps us let people know “oh wow” there is a Noshville here. That is where it is. The city, this street, is so new, not on Google or MapQuest and people are calling constantly to say where are you? Or we didn’t even know you were here, wow! Over the course of the year, the pickle has really helped us promote this specific location.”
Hall tells me that the mayor is picking on their pickle and she doesn’t appreciate it.
I tell Hall, the mayor considers the Pickle a sign that could distract people.
“We understand there is a sign ordinance and rules that we have to follow and we are completely ok with that, but the pickle has been active in the community. He has supported local sports teams and Franklin’s jazz festival. All we are trying to do is promote our brand, to let people know hey we are here in town.”
It’s a cold morning. The sky is grey and clouds seem to swirl, being pushed by an angry winter wind.
I step through the mangled fence at Mt. Hope Cemetery on Magnolia Drive, and immediately see tire tracks winding through the green-yellow grass.
Within a few steps I see grey gray markers toppled over, ripped from their base.
Some of the dates on the tombstones are from the 1800’s.
According to Franklin Police, this act of vandalism took place around 1:30 in the morning on January 17th.
Witnesses report seeing a full size, extended cab, red and silver Dodge Ram pick up truck driving through the fence.
According to the police report, the truck ran over several headstones and then drove through another section of the fence before speeding away.
According to the police report, the witnesses say the driver of the truck was doing “donuts.”
A headlight and fender were taken by police at the scene as evidence.
12 hours later, police had made 2 arrests.
A 17 year old boy was charged with Felony Vandalism, desecration of a venerated object, underage drinking, leaving the scene of an accident and violation of curfew.
The other boy arrested is 18 year old Austin Ellis of Franklin. Ellis was charged with Criminal responsibility and contributing to the delinquency of a minor for providing the juvenile drive with alcohol. Ellis was also charge with possession of a schedule 6 drug, (marijuana) and possession of drug paraphernalia, underage drinking and possession of alcohol.
According to the Tennessean, the mother of the 17 year old claims it was it was an accident.
According to the article; “Patti Watkins said that doesn’t mean her son, [name removed by WKRN], a senior at Franklin High School, shouldn’t be held accountable for the damage he caused and the rules he broke.”
“Watkins said her son fell asleep at the wheel early Saturday morning while driving on Magnolia Drive. She claims the truck hit a curb and her son overcorrected, losing control of his Dodge Ram pickup, which crashed through a chain-link fence and knocked over several headstones.”
“He was knocked out by hitting the console,” Watkins said. “He awoke. He was scared, backed up and left. He never intended to do this.”
The paper adds: “Sgt. Charles Warner said officers conducted a complete investigation and filed charges that “we felt were appropriate.”
Those are some of the facts to the story, now here are some more.
Clyde Pewitt is a tall lanky man.
His voice barely rises above a whisper. He slowly walks around the toppled tombstones.
He tells me he has lived in Williamson County for 81 years.
I ask Mr. Pewitt how he spells his last name.
He seems agitated and points to a grave marker at his feet with the name Edward Pewitt etched onto the face plate.
“Look right there and you’ll see,” he says bluntly.
I tell him what the police report indicates. He stares at the destruction around him stoically.
“It is hard to say. You really don’t know what the,” his words trail off for a moment while a gush of freezing wind punches us in the gut. “The world is in turmoil right now. There are a lot of upset people right now. It is all uncalled for. No discipline.”
Today’s email comes from a viewer who expressed concern that a major telecom has not restored his service. We’ve removed the major telecom’s name and replaced it with “TELECOM” below.
My home phone service from TELECOM was disconnected several days ago. After going through TELECOM’s poorly-manned 1-800 customer service line it was determined there was a line disruption somewhere outside my house.
After filing a service order, a regular employee of TELECOM showed up at my house the next day to see if he could repair the problem. After checking, the repairman determined the problem was on the pole down the street. Because he did not have a bucket truck the TELECOM repairman could not reconnect my phone. So my phone still remains out of service for a fourth day.
As it turns out, the disruption of phone service to my house was caused by poorly trained TELECOM contract workers who were hired by TELECOM to convert existing phone lines to include digital or broadband capability. We were told the contract workers are like a wrecking crew, causing experienced TELECOM workers to have to follow behind the contract workers to reconnect peoples’ service. In fact, several other homes in my neighborhood lost phone service on the same day as me.
It was a win of monumental proportions. It was a David defeats Goliath kind of game. No football team had beaten Maryville in 74 games.
74 games! That is unbelievable.
Hillsboro High had respect for Maryville. But the players knew the young men staring at them across the line of scrimmage strapped it up just like they did.
Hillsboro players knew that if they played their game, and executed like they knew they could, they might just have a chance to stun the world.
So they buckled their chin straps and brought the heat. And guess what? After four quarters of hard fought football. Hillsboro came out on top 10-7. Can you say hello state champions?
You could see the pure joy on the faces of the Hillsboro players as they rushed to the center of the field.
To commemorate this wonderful season, the school and boosters designed championship rings. They planned a banquet and ordered sweat shirts.
According to at least one parent, this is where things get a little Messed Up. According to the head coach, there are 60 players, 8 coaches and a handful of trainers. According to the school principal, rings cost in the neighborhood of $169 each.
Because times are tough and money is tight, Metro Schools is not donating any money to the championship ring fund.
According to Hillsboro H.S. dad Russ Pulley, the boosters have priced out championship rings for approximately $16,000. Boosters have yet to raise all that money, though this dedicated group pledges they will.
But until they do, the plan appears to be that seniors get rings for free and underclassmen will have to pay for their rings. How much underclassmen pay depends on how much money boosters can raise.
Pulley is the father of a senior who has been tirelessly fund raising. He tells me that in today’s economic climate it is difficult to raise money for rings.
Because of this, Pulley says he favors the plan where seniors get their rings for free. He says seniors provide leadership and character and that is what brought this team to a championship.
“Senior leadership is incredibly important. We got seniors in this program for 4 years. 3 years under Coach Scott Blade. Character paid a significant role in overcoming the adversity we overcame to win. These are the things that seniors do to develop the character that this team needed to win the state championship. So believe that rewarding the seniors is not only ok but appropriate within that framework. A plan was developed to manage paying for these rings. I completely understand and we understand there are parents who are limited in financial resources, the single parents with no 2nd income to help. The parents with multiple children. I sympathize with them. Therefore, we are trying our best for them, and what you have, are concerned parents knocking on doors, donating their own time looking for help.”
Jackie Dobbins disagrees and doesn’t like the championship ring plan that favors seniors.
There is no I in team, she says. Like one of the 3 muskateers, she says one for and all for one repeatedly to me.
“We won as a team,” she says. It’s not just the seniors.”
Dobbins is the mother of an 11th grader. She says many parents like herself will have trouble paying for a championship ring.
“It is messed up because there is no I in team. These boys did it together. It was not just one person. It was the whole team. And they should all get championship rings.”
I remind her that seniors will always get preferential treatment.
“Everyone is scuffling having a hard time, we are having a hard time, but I would expect him to have a state championship ring.”
“You know what, that is just life,” I say.
“It is understandable in a way, but as a parent, I have stood out on Hillsboro Road raising money for a football team, selling Burros cards, when he should have been at practice and the coach says get out there and sell the cards, so my son is out there selling. I took my time and dedicated it to the team, I stood in the 100 degree heat, standing on the road, and hey we sold the Hillsboro cards and we thank the community for buying them.”
Dobbins understands the efforts being made by the boosters and she understands that seniors will get rings first. She just doesn’t like it.
“What would you say to those who felt this is the best way?”
“I think this is very messed up. I don’t think there is an I in team.”
By Phone Coach Scott Blade has a much different take. He is confident that the boosters will raise all the money needed and he is agitated that a parent would come to the news media before coming to the school or coaching staff to voice their concerns.
“Everyone feels the crunch,” the coach says in a tone that makes me feel like he wants me to break down and start running wind sprints.
“I know for certain, every kid in the end will get a ring to commemorate a great historic season for the rest of their life. We understand the financial climate is what it is. Boy, we are doing what we can to make it cost effective with everyone involved in the program. Everyone is entitled to their opinions. The most important fact is, everyone will get their championship ring. It takes time to raise those kinds of funds. Everyone can think what they want. They need to be patient. There are some really wonderful people working on their behalf behind the scenes so everyone can remember this occasion with pride and honor. And we are working our tails off so they get what they deserve.”
I hope Coach Blade is right. I told Coach Blade Messed Up viewers are giving souls who like to help.
So here’s your chance. If you want to help donate to the Championship Rings Fund, which is tax deductible,here are some options:
HILLSBORO H.S.
298-8400 EXT 1503
ASK FOR CARMON BROWN
ASST PRINCIPAL
YOU CAN ALSO REACH OUT TO THE BOOSTERS:
RUSS PULLEY 308-4972
ROBIN HEYNE 665-2771
THERE IS A MEET AND GREET
SATURDAY JANUARY 24TH
9AM TO 10:30 AM AT THE HILLSBORO H.S. LIBRARY
Messed Up just got word that Metro is looking to make it a little easier for businesses to come into compliance with new sprinkler codes. Messed Up recently featured owners of Exit/In and their concern that they could be forced to close their doors.
A resolution requesting the Metropolitan Board of Fire and Building Code Appeals to grant automatic extensions for existing facilities that have filed appeals seeking relief from the automatic sprinkler requirement while Ordinance No. BL2008-350 is pending with the Metropolitan Council.
A viewer alleges her and her friend had a Messed Up day at the Cookeville DMV.
Yesterday, I took my best friend to DMV in Cookeville, TN. She needed to get a TN Id card. My friend is 53 years old & is recovering from a near fatal stroke that’s left her partially paralyzed. The jerk behind the counter said, “because she was too slow walking, that he was too busy to wait, she might as well go back & sit down!”
No consideration for her physical limitations!!! Obviously, she was upset & may have raised her voice. The counter man reminded her that, “raising her voice was not recommended because DMV is now under Homeland Security Jurisdiction!!” Then they started picking her documents apart. She had everything she needed, however, he persisted in aggravating the situation by being exessively picky.
She had her birth, marriage, & divorce certificates. Letters from Social Security, showing where her check is mailed to. Even personal mail mailed to her recently. Not enough, They claimed she had to have a bank acct, utility bill, etc. Well, she can’t get a bank acct without an ID, and where she lives, the utilities are included. This whole experience has upset me so & I don’t want anyone else to have to go through what I was put through!!!
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