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I just wanted to close a certificate of deposit account for my 93-year-old mother who had moved to Florida. She read my Mom's notarized letter of instructions, punched up her account information and then told me what I already knew. The one week grace period to close this account without penalty had ended yesterday, and the account had been automatically renewed for an additional six months. She then flashed one of those luminous smiles I had just seen on "The Book of Mormon" stage. "But yesterday was Sunday," I reminded her. [...] I expected one of those, "We're sorry" replies from the CFPB. Instead, a mere four days after I had filed my complaint, I received a written apology from the bank, a waiver of all penalty fees and the promise to "escalate this matter for further policy review." I couldn't believe it. Elizabeth Warren's crew had come to my rescue.
"But yesterday was Sunday," I reminded her. [...]
I expected one of those, "We're sorry" replies from the CFPB. Instead, a mere four days after I had filed my complaint, I received a written apology from the bank, a waiver of all penalty fees and the promise to "escalate this matter for further policy review." I couldn't believe it. Elizabeth Warren's crew had come to my rescue.