Predators

Tonight I got a voicemail on my cell phone during dinner.  I proceeded to listen to it and it was Wells Fargo leaving me a message without, of course, explaining the purpose of the call.  Usually I do not fall for this type of telesales tactic, but then the voice of self-doubt kicks-in.  I paid our mortgage for April, right?  Hmmm.  I don’t normally get cell phone sales calls.  Would they call me if I forgot?  I call Alejandro back.

Good news?  I didn’t forget to pay the mortgage.  Bad news?  I fell right into his “refinance your automotive loan” sales pitch trap.

The night before this call, I was laying in the top bunk with Jake and he tells me he wants to talk about his work.  Surprise, surprise.  He was talking and talking and I found myself spacing out.  It was dark and cozy.  I think the air is thinner up there.  I tune back in and he’s telling me how he has little baby snakes at his work.  SSSSssssss.  They have little rattles.  It’s so cute!  (That’s what he said, not me.)  Then he says, “And Mama, they’re so afraid of creditors.”

“Hmm?  What are they afraid of?”

“Creditors.”

Hmmmm.  Me, too.