mmbarnes
I'll Lock Up
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... and moon rocks have no magical powers.
I had a somewhat similar situation back in the 1990's. My boss called me in his office one day & handed me a letter from the Missouri Dept of Child Support Enforcement. He asked me if this could be true? I quickly read the letter to learn DCSE was asking for my SSN & payroll records in order to prepare a garnishment of my wages in support of a woman in St. Louis, MO who was claiming I was the father of her son. I had done a lot of work for the company in St. Louis but knew her claim could not be true. Her son was around 2-3 yrs old & I had been clipped for longer than that.Not sure if I've ever told this story here, but I once had a strange ongoing incident for a number of years. This was about 20-25 years ago, and I was young and single, but one day I came home and there was a message on my answering machine (for you youngsters, that was before the days of cell phones and people used "land lines") that just said "this is Sherry, call me we need to talk". I didn't think much of it at the time, just ignored it. About six months later, it happened again. "We need to talk, call me". This went on for about four years...every few months I'd get a message from "Sherry" saying we needed to talk, but she never left a phone number. One day, the message said "we really need to talk about our son...call me". I thought..."uh oh...Sherry...Sherry...I once made out with a girl named Sherry on the 50-yard line at Rice Stadium, but nothing that would have led to offspring..." I had no idea who this person might be. Then finally, I got a series of bizarre calls at work asking me all kinds of personal questions. Of course I refused to answer them, and it ended with a woman calling and asking a few questions. A few weeks later, I get the final call from Sherry. She leaves a phone number, and it's local. I had to get to the bottom of it, so I called her back. Turns out, she was tracking down her deadbeat baby daddy who happened to have the same name as me. She'd hired a private investigator and been tracking me for years. She moved from Memphis to Houston thinking I was the guy she was looking for. I asked her if it was her who'd called me at work, and she said yes, but she knew as soon as I answered that I was not the right guy. She was all broken up, wasting all this time tracking down the wrong guy. I told her she should ask for a refund from the private eye, as I was not hiding from anyone, it shouldn't have been that hard to figure out who I was and whether or not I was the culprit. I felt really bad for her. She had a really cute Southern accent, and I thought about asking her on a date. But then I thought better of it.