

I wouldn’t even know how to check my credit report, I’ve never had a credit card or anything like that.
The last time anyone ever tried to help me check whatever my credit report was, it was my ex (and now deceased) girlfriend, and all that led to was more spam mail.
My late father went to cook a steak in his propane stove/oven one evening. Usually his steak would come out fantastic, but something went seriously wrong that evening.
The stove started smoking and stinking the place up pretty quickly. What was the problem? There was a fucking dead rat in the bottom of the oven!
Needless to say, steak was not consumed that night. Hell, even after daddy threw out the steak and cleaned out the dead rat remains, he never even used the oven again.