Phone rings. I'm making food for our trip this weekend as the budget means eating in our room at the hotel. So against my better judgement, I answer, expecting Cameron to have called me back.
Debt Collector: "May I speak to [uber feminine name]?"
I'm sorry, she's not home right now.
Debt Collector: "Well, may I speak to her husband."
Loud snort from me, follow with, "You are talking to a gay couple. You should read the notes. You don't get paid this way!" Click.
That was fun...bet he pays more attention next time. I used to be a debt collector. He didn't read the comment line giving the partner, a woman, permission to speak to the person on the other end of the phone wanting money. Snort. Another target down. My work here is done.