Student loan guy called, asking for my stepdad. Of course, I said he wasn't there.
"Um, okay, do you know where he is?"
"No, I'm not entirely sure."
"Don't know where he is? What's
wrong with you?"
"Uh, sorry. I guess he's at work or something." (note: my stepdad doesn't work)
"Oh, really? Where does he work?"
"Um, uh...I don't know."
"Don't know where he works, 'eh?"
"Somewhere close to here, I guess at the gas station or something."
"Uh-huh. Do you know the number?"
"Um, no."
"Okay, thanks. I'm gonna give you a number so he can call me back, alright?"
The guy said the number, and I just pretended to take it down.
"Okay, I got it."
"Alright, can you repeat that number for me?"
"Um...no. Heh."
"Oh, alright, well you just wasted my time, thank you."
"Um, uh, er...bye."
This same guy keeps calling repeatedly, sometimes mistaking me for my mom.
