CONTENT WARNING: Pet Death
I had the same dog for half of my life. When she finally passed away last year at almost sixteen, I was devastated as she was my best friend. My mom paid for the cremation as money was very tight right then, but I didn’t ask her to pay the extra to get her cremated separately — they return the dog’s ashes that way — as I already felt bad enough about the whole situation.

I posted on Facebook about a rosebush I had planted in her memory, and it came up that I hadn’t been able to bring her home because of the money. When people on the page I posted her plant on found out, they called the vet to pay the difference so I could bring her home.

Not only that, but a month later, I found a puppy that I wanted and made arrangements for the breeder to hold him for me until I could get the rest of the money for him. (Don’t judge; none of the shelters had a dog that would work for my needs.) A friend paid the deposit for me, but I still needed a few hundred to finish paying for him. I mentioned that on a breed-specific Facebook page that I was making payments, and a complete stranger sent me the rest of the money I needed to bring him home.

It took a crappy situation and made it better by reminding me that there are good people in the world and by giving me a new dog to love.

UPDATE FROM THE OP:

Update because of people being judgy in the comments.

I didn’t have the money to have my original dog cremated because she died on a Sunday and the emergency vet charged several hundred just to have you walk through the door plus over $100 for the medication to put her to sleep and over a hundred more for the cremation. My girl went from fine to needing her final vet trip in less than 12 hours and I wasn’t going to leave her suffering until Monday because it would be cheaper. THAT is why I didn’t have the full amount in my emergency fund.

As far as getting a new dog, I hadn’t intended on getting a new dog after my girl passed. But I fell into a deep depression as my girl had been my ESA. I checked the shelters in our immediate town as well as several others but they had no small dogs. I live in a small apartment with a small yard and didn’t feel like it was fair to cram a big dog into a space that they wouldn’t be comfortable in. I also was hesitant about getting a rescue because I had a rescue cat at the time and was worried that a second rescue animal would be harder to acclimate to a kitty that already had issues.

As far as handling the care of my new boy, he cropped up with kidney issues just after his first birthday. I took him to the vet and put him through 6 months of an intensive and specialized (and expensive) diet and he now has a clean bill of health. I paid for his vet bills and treatments myself as he is my responsibility and I know that. I am on temporary disability at the moment so that’s why money is tight but I will sacrifice so my pets don’t have to go without. Making payments was for the owner to hold him until I was able to get the paycheck to pay for him, I never once asked for or expected help and posted my story because I was blessed, not so others could judge me.

A few years back, our electricity supplier at work stopped sending us regular bills for some reason. I knew the cost was always about £1,000 a month, so just tracked it in the accounts and waited for a bill.

Six months later, just before I would have begun harassing them as I knew our contract was going to expire soon and probably be moved to someone else, a bill arrived.

It was for £62,000.00.

I’ve just had a look back at my email records, and I have fifty-five emails regarding the discussion that followed over the next six months. I dread to think how long I spent on the phone.

They promised not to take the direct debit from our accounts, but then they did.

They claimed they couldn’t stop the direct debit in time and that they understood why we reclaimed it. They then applied late fees and threatened to take us to court.

They promised to send engineers to check the meter, but they never did.

They promised so many return phone calls. None happened.

They promised that this would have no impact on our impending supplier switch. Then, they blocked it.

Eventually, I reached a stage where I clearly hit the “stall and refuse to help” level of their customer service. The person on the phone would do nothing and claimed they could do nothing, but there was no one else for me to speak to at a higher level.

So, I contacted the Ombudsman. Only then, once they were under official investigation, did they accept that, yes, they had “misinterpreted” the meter readings and reduce the charge to £4,700.

Of course, they then tried to vastly overcharge us for the period of time we were out of contract because they hadn’t let us change, with another overinflated meter reading and more than double the price per unit.

That led to me going back to the Ombudsman before the first complaint was even finished.

We never did get the apology letter promised by [Electricity Supplier] as part of their settlement with the Ombudsman. They did give us the £50 goodwill credit, though!

It’s around 1992, and I work in a bank.

Client: “I need [amount around $5,000] in pennies.”

Me: “There will be a fee, as that would require a special order.”

We got it down to $1,000 in pennies and the rest in nickels and dimes. He paid $250 to get it.

A few weeks later, he came in with a Rubbermaid tub full of loose change, which he wanted to deposit.

Me: “You’ll have to roll the change and put your account number on each roll for us to accept it.”

It took him about a month to come back, and we charged him again as his account didn’t have an agreement to accept change; it was a commercial account.

We never did find out what the story was, but one of his employees said [Client] was the sort who would not pay bills until ordered and probably decided to pay someone in change.

I am on vacation in England. I order a crepe from a street vendor, and we chat amicably for a few minutes while he makes the crepe. I’m an American, and he’s from Bangladesh, and we both laugh that, as an American, I’m the only guy I know who likes cricket.

He hands the crepe over, I thank him, and I go on my way. It takes me a few moments before a panic comes over me. I quickly double back and arrive back at the crepe stand.

Me: “I forgot to pay you!”

Vendor: “You paid me with conversation and a shared love of cricket.”

He didn’t accept my money, but I did go back there every day for the rest of my trip and continued our conversation while I enjoyed every flavor of crepe he offered.

And yes, every time after that, I did pay!

I’ve just been hired as a translator for this company. We agreed on 35,000 baht per month (Thai baht currency). Today is my payday, and they pay me 4,000 baht.

Me: “Why is my pay so low?”

Office Manager: “Because you’re on probation.”

Me: “That’s not stated in the contract, and you did not tell me any of this when hiring me. So, on my probation period, I only get 300 baht (10 USD) a day for my eight hours of work?”

I double-checked the contract, and it also didn’t say anything about me deleting all the work I had done for them: translated contracts, loans, etc.

I deleted every f****** file I’d translated, some due for the government and for viewing the next day or the day after. I deleted them all, I formatted the computer — they didn’t have cloud storage, so nothing was saved online — and I f***ed off.

They called me and asked me to come back to the office the next day so they could “explain” the reason they only gave me 300 a day, and they said they’d like their files back, pretty please.

I didn’t go.