So, I got a call at work from a collection agency today.  It's about that same bullshit Menard's bill that my ex-husband's punk ass was supposed to pay.  This woman today was a piece of work.  I told her that the divorce decree stated that I didn't have to pay it and that he was responsible.  She said it was on my credit report, therefor I am responsible.  I told her that I understood that, but it was money put on my credit card, without my consent, to make renovations to a house that I don't live in any more.  Not. Gonna. Pay. It. After I told her this, the conversation really went down hill:

Me:  I don't really have the means to pay it, he was ordered to pay it and I will not be held responsible for it.

Bitch:  You realize that this is going to affect your credit report?

Me:  Honey, you apparently haven't seen my credit report. This can't make it any worse.

Bitch:  You are ridiculous.  You need to set aside this "pride of yours" and pay this bill. It's only $500. You mean to tell me you can't come up with $500?  You have a job.  Therefore, you have money.

Me: Lady, what kind of fantasy world do you live in?  Just because you have a job doesn't mean that you have money to spare.  If I could just magically come up with $500, I'd do it every day.

Bitch: You are just ridiculous, you need to pay this debt. Do you think it will just magically disappear. 

Me:  Sure, just as soon as I magically come up with $500 damn dollars.

Bitch:  Well, you need to apply for a personal loan and take care of this.

Me:  Apply for a personal loan? Uhm, No.

Bitch:  Look, you married this man, you should have known that he was no good and wouldn't honor his debts. It's not our fault that you married the wrong man!  You need to pay this!

Me: Wait. What? Aw, hell no, bitch. Fuck You! 

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Here's a tip for you.  The best way to get someone to NOT pay you is to insult them.  Dammit!!!