Child Support Check-up

I’m at the bestie’s house and I get a phone call from dude, “Uh, is my son back home from his trip? Cause if he is then We’re coming to see him today when I get off work!”  I’m sorry, but is this a declarative sentence that should have been an interrogative sentence??? (I may be teaching third grade next  year, gotta brush up on the Grammar rules).  So I pressed END.  Who talks to me like that and gets away with it?  He calls back…I pick up and ask him to rephrase his questions or else he will be listeining to Mr. DT again.  He yells back that if all his money is coming out of his check to take care of his son then he can call and do whatever the hell he wants to do!  My attitude changed…biiiiiiiigggg smile comes across my face  and I ask him, “Money is being taken out?” *still smiling* - ______ - 

“Yea money is being taken out, from the last three checks money has been missing!  So if  I say, blah blah blah... I don’t even know what he was saying after that, I was too busy looking at the calendar to see when how and how long they were taking money out.  The state was right, May 15 they started taking his money out. 

I hear him yelling something but by now I have the calculator and my calendar doing all kind of calculations.  This is perfect for me, because a teacher's bank account and those summer months have no kind of interaction going on...so that extra money from him would do me just right!!! I put my ear back to the phone and start listening.  His other son (who has this special love for my son that no one else can figure out) wants to come see his big brother.  I can't help it, especially being a teacher, my heart goes out to the little ones.  I give in...but in my own way...I yell at him telling him do whatever he wants, if he's gonna come by then he just needs to let me know what time he's coming.  In my sick and twisted head I already knew that my son wasn't at home and neither was I...and I wasn't going home anytime soon.  I was just gonna wait for another nasty phone call.  As long as that money was coming out of his check I could deal with nasty phone calls :)

But guess what....dude never called to yell at me for not being home...which ofcourse you know what that means.  It's nice to know that I'm right...but it's still so sad.