I love my dad.
But I still don't know how he survives in the wild.
So my mom offered to cover $1200 of the deposit on the house until I got my tax return. Great! And so then I got on the phone with my dad.
Dad: "So I can FedEx the check to you over the weekend."
Me: "Um, Dad? We have to have it on Thursday."
Dad: "No, no you don't. You don't need to give her any money until you sign the lease."
Me: "Yes. We're signing the lease on Thursday."
Dad: "So okay, I'll tell you what you should do. Give her the $500 you have, and then I'll FedEx her the check over the weekend."
Me: "Dad - no."
Dad: "Why not?"
Me: "Because if it comes from a third party, she's going to assume that we can't pay the rent."
Dad: "No, no."
Me: "Well, can you just FedEx *me* the check?"
Dad: "Okay. I'll FedEx it to you over the weekend."
Me: "Dad... we're signing the lease on Thursday."
Me: "So we need the money on Thursday."
Dad: "Well, you can give her the $500..."
Me: "Dad. No. Is getting the money before the weekend going to be a problem?"
Dad: "No, it's just I'm really busy, this FedEx stuff..."
Me: "Okay. I do totally appreciate this. But I do need to give her $1700 on Thursday. Can we do this?"
Okay! Great. So today...
Dad: "Okay, I have a check for you."
Me: "Thank you!"
Dad: "It's from Wachovia. Can you deposit that?"
Me: "....why? Do you not have an account at Wachovia or something?"
Dad: "It's just, it's from Wachovia. Will you be able to deposit that?"
Me: "Is it made payable to me?"
Me: "Okay, then I can probably deposit it." *thinking - wtf?*
Dad: "It's from the home equity."
Me: "Okay! Yeah, I'm pretty sure I can deposit it. I'll let you know if I have any problems."
Dad: "Okay. I'm going to go FedEx it now."
Me: "Thanks, Dad! I really appreciate this..."
*bangs head against wall*
Can I deposit a check from Wachovia? Maybe I'm uneducated here, but... is it ever really a problem to deposit a check from another bank into your bank account? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?
You should've seen this man try to order ice cream at Bruster's. I swear.
I'm not ungrateful. I'm *extremely* grateful. It's just very difficult to converse with my family. Different reasons for each member. I also talked to my sister last night...she's a teaching assistant in a preschool.
Sister: "Okay so this kid in my class? He might be having seizures? So they're going to put him on some medicine and they say we have to watch for an internal rash that could cause death. And I thought you might know about that because of your medicine."
Me: "Well, with lamotrigine, yeah, there's a rash that can indicate severe side effects - wait, what? An internal rash?"
Sister: "Yeah, she said an internal rash."
Me: "There's no such - [Sister], if it's an internal rash, how would you be able to watch for it?"
Sister: "She said it's an internal rash."
Me: "She's on crack."
I'm adopted, incidentally.