NO ONE was allowed to have alcohol or tobacco on her property - no exceptions. When my husband and I were dating, his mother had a strict housekeeping policy.
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Thankfully, the government eventually realized what an outdated and impractical practice this was and replaced the TV fee with a tax. I guess the controller just wanted to earn their salary without doing their job, assumed that everyone had to have a TV, and just reported everyone in the area who hadn’t paid their fee. Even then, the only thing they could possibly have observed that’s even remotely TV-shaped would be the cage where I keep my pet rats.”Įmployee: “Umm… I’m going to have to get back to you.”Ī few days passed by and I didn’t hear back, so I called customer service again and was informed that I would not have to pay the fee. The front entrance is on the ground floor, but in order to observe anything through my living room window on the other side of the house, your controller would have had to climb up onto my balcony. Me: “Actually, this is a split-level building. According to my notes, your apartment is on the ground floor, right?”
It says the controller walked past your apartment and observed a wall-mounted TV through the living room window.”Įmployee: “Yes. I haven’t had a visit from a controller, either, so I’d really like to know how they reached that conclusion.”Įmployee: “All right, let me bring up the notes here. I’m just curious about what TV they’ve observed since I don’t own one. Me: “I got this letter today that says you’ve observed a TV in my home?”Įmployee: “Yes, I can see that we’ve had controllers out in your area. This was news to me, so I called their customer service number. However, one day, I got home from work to find a letter from Radiotjänst (the authority in charge of the TV fee) that a TV had been observed in my apartment and that I would need to pay the fee.
I lived alone, I got most of my news from the Internet, and I used streaming services for my entertainment needs, so I only had my laptop. They could only stand outside and ask if there was a TV in the home or, apparently, peek through the windows.Īt this time, I legitimately did not own a TV. These controllers were not allowed to enter the home. There were controllers going around, knocking on doors of people who had not paid the fee because, for some reason, it was unthinkable that someone would elect not to own a TV. Around the time when Internet streaming services were beginning to get popular, there was a bit of a crackdown on people who had not reported that they owned a TV. In order to finance public service TV and radio channels, every household that owned a TV had to pay a fee. Once upon a time in Sweden (or prior to 2019), we had something called a TV licence or a TV fee. It falls to the floor and the customer picks it up.Ĭustomer: *Laughing* “Oh, you’re very smart!” Taking a sticker, I carefully slide it into the slot and stick it to the card. I get a roll of stickers we give out to kids. I don’t want to make her wait or leave without her card. I’m starting to get worried about calling someone over. We try to pry it out, but our fingers won’t fit. She seems sweet and friendly, and she is very patient with me. English is not the family’s first language, and it takes a moment for me to understand the woman misread the signs on the machine and stuck her debit card in the cash acceptor, and it’s super stuck. I’m helping one customer when a woman and her family start waving me over frantically. I’m on the far side of the store where I am the farthest from the service desk, from people who are trained to fix the machines, and from any supervisor. I know there are some real cheapskate business managers around, but this exchange is one I’ll remember for the rest of my life in the hopes of never, ever becoming this miserly. We already emptied the three office bins into one bag to take out each day, so I thought zeroing in on the once-a-month shredded paper bag was just out there, even for him. This might even make a slight bit of sense if he’d spoken to housekeeping about reducing their rubbish bag use. You know if we ask them to pay, they’ll laugh, right? Then it all just goes into the bin - bag and all.” Me: *Eyeroll* “Yeah, they’re something like thirty-eight cents each for the black bags. Me: *Incredulous* “They won’t pay for a bag of shredded paper. Me: *Confused* “What? This is the shredded paper for to take to the pet shop.”
General Manager: *Pondering out loud* “Should we charge them for the bag?” I’m in the office emptying the shredder into a garbage bag so the shredded paper can be taken to the pet shop - because who doesn’t love an excuse to help out the puppies, kitties, bunnies, birdies, and such? The general manager sees me.
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