Did you think I was finally done with this bloody lease transaction?
HELL NO.
We had a literal week of radio silence. Nothing. And now we're back to "We need to see driver's licenses and insurance". Why? FUCK KNOWS.
Why the radio silence? Well, apparently the Fedex'd documents got delivered to <someone> who is apparently <somehow> in charge of this transaction who promptly sat on them. Who is that someone? They can't tell us their title. How do we walk to that someone? They can't tell us that either. In other words, that person is entirely fictional and is intended to make me not be angry at the real people.
The contractual payment date is next week. They're swearing up and down that doesn't matter, and that the real payment date is August 1. I don't care what they say, if I don't have a Chase account number by EOD tomorrow, I'm literally walking into a Chase branch and not leaving until they tell me whether or not I have a lease account with them and when it's due. I signed a fucking contract that says it's due on Date X, and I don't default on contracts just because some proven fucknut who isn't party to the contract said it's Actually Date Y.