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madrobinsWe have no phone working at home, but we were able to have all home calls forwarded (oh, joy) to my cell. So I'm strolling the aisles at Costco, looking for gum and bread and stew meat, when my cell rings. A guy on the other end identifies himself as calling from a financing office at a car dealership in San Jose, and he asks for Younger Girl so he can confirm her financial information before clearing the purchase of a new car.
Um.
I tell him that YG is ten years old, and not buying any cars, thank you. He says, Um, yes, he can understand that. Then my cell craps out. So once I'm done at Costco and out in the open air, I call the dealership back. The woman who emailed the order in (!) said she was 19, and gave a social security number that supported that. So obviously she didn't give YG's ssn (since she was not born in 1987).
So at least I know the kid's not buying a car. But I'm going to have to do a little digging to find out the extent to which the kid's credit history has been compromised (after I get over the shock of considering that my kid has a credit history).
Um.
I tell him that YG is ten years old, and not buying any cars, thank you. He says, Um, yes, he can understand that. Then my cell craps out. So once I'm done at Costco and out in the open air, I call the dealership back. The woman who emailed the order in (!) said she was 19, and gave a social security number that supported that. So obviously she didn't give YG's ssn (since she was not born in 1987).
So at least I know the kid's not buying a car. But I'm going to have to do a little digging to find out the extent to which the kid's credit history has been compromised (after I get over the shock of considering that my kid has a credit history).