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[leaveoutalltherest]

*bangs head on the floor* That stupid other chick in the area named Kimberly Fox is causing me trouble again.

Premier bank as been calling upwards of 6 times a day, asking for Kimberly Fox. I finally was able to catch one of the calls. It was interesting.



PBGuy: We're calling about the Visa credit card account you have with our bank.

Me: I don't have one.

PBGuy: Ma'am, I'm showing you have an account with us.

Me: And I'm telling you I don't.

PBGuy: *snide* Well, let me verify your address.

Me: *rattles off my address*

PBGuy: *less snide* I'm showing a P.O. Box with a zip code of 68111.

Me: That's in another part of town. You probably want the other Kimberly Fox in town. What's the birthdate on the account?

PBGuy: Well, we don't have that information.

Me: Look, I've had sheriffs show up on my doorstep because of this chick. Do you have a social security number on file?

PBGuy: *confused now* Yes, we do.

Me: Are the last three numbers ###?

PBGuy: No, they're ###.

Me: Well, have fun finding her.

PBGuy: Thank you, and I'm sorry for the inconvience.