Can someone help me get my foot out of my mouth?

I will start off with a little background. My mom and dad’s mail comes to my box. The reason it does is my mother has tried to financially bankrupt my dad more than once (over a span of 20 + yrs). Excepting credit cards that he knew nothing about, running up many thousands of dollars in unpaid debt, chargeoffs and etc. So a few weeks ago he finally decides to reroute his mail back to his home. No big deal. I warned him of the consequences and left it at that.

My hubby has a Lowes credit card bill every month and so does my dad. They look the same, but the name is very different. So I go to meet my mother and father yesterday and I give them what “I thought” was their bill. We were in a restaurant at the dinner table and dad is saying “I don’t owe Lowes no $2000”. I said “Yes you do dad, it says so on the bill”. My dad insisted that he only owed them $1,200. My dad stated he had been paying them $100 a month. Which he had been. I was pointing out on the statement that there were $32 a month on the finance charges and that $68 of that was the only thing going on the balance. All 3 of us not noticing the name at the top of the bill. They leave the restaurant in a huff and I go my way home.

About 3 hours later my mother is calling my hubby’s cell phone number because she can’t get through on the home phone. She called to say that they had recieved our bill by mistake (my mistake). And right now my foot is so far down my throat I don’t even think surgical removal would be possible. Me and hubby have laughed till we have cried. We had this vision of my dad calling to talk to Lowes to straighten out the bill in his own way.

Dad: Yes, I would like to get some answers about my account.

Operator: Can you give me the account number?

Dad: Yes.

Operator: Yes, how may I help you?

Dad: There must be an error on the bill, I don’t owe that much.

Operator: Well it says here you have a charge for vinyl siding last year.

Dad: Lady that’s impossible. I didn’t charge no vinyl siding last year, I live in a brick house. WTF?
Anyone else get that foot-in-mouth-disease? And is there any cure for it?:smiley:

Ummm Bake them some cookies, and say “Well, I decided to bake some cookies to get the taste of my foot out of my mouth, and thought that y’all might need a cookie too.”?

What a cute idea, DeVena.

Having to apologize sucks but doing it in a classy way like that makes it bearable.

I second that on both statements. Don’t ya just hate being wrong?:rolleyes: