On the phone with my mom:
“I thought I’d written it down! I guess I must not have. Anyway, I don’t see what the big deal is, Carolyn.”
“Mom, my name’s not Carolyn.”
“I mean Karen.”
“Mom my name’s not Karen either.”
“What difference does it make?!”
ಠ_ಠ
She wanted my SSN so I could be a beneficiary on her investment account. And it’s not the money, its
“I’m just kind of weird about giving out my SSN. Can I call them and give it to them directly?”
“I’m your mother. What, do you think I’m going to use it to open a credit card or something?!”
That’s exactly what I think, yes. 😒
As soon as I gave it to her:
“That’s what I thought it was I just wasn’t sure.”
I’m going to be watching my credit score V E R Y closely in the next six months.
Other highlights from my earlier conversation with my mother:
Me:
“Why do you want to move back to California?”
Her:
“Well, I don’t have anyone here.”
Her:
“He’s one of those people who volunteers for the police. I forget what they’re called …”
Me: *being cheeky*
“An asshole?”
Her:
“Asshole? What’s that stand for?”
Me: *pinching my nose between my eyes, sighing*
“Mom, never mind …”
—emily duchaine
Flommist Emily Duchaine lives in the Pacific Northwest. She likes to drink mead, learn about sharks, and listen to the Talking Heads. She pretends to be a professional businesswoman most days. Copyright © 2019 Emily Duchaine.
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