"I don't know the last four digits of the social."
"Well, we need the last four digits of the social security number to prove that you are allowed to make changes to the account."
"I'm not allowed--I'm not looking--Look, okay, it isn't my account. It isn't--I just
(more) keep getting this bill okay? Every month. And it's billed to my address, but it isn't me, and I want you to stop sending this bill."
"I'm sorry Ms. McKee but--"
"I'm not Ms. McKee! That's what I'm telling you! I'm a--I'm a dude! This isn't my bill!"
"If it isn't your bill, then soon it will go to collections, and you will stop receiving correspondence from us."
"You mean I'll start receiving correspondence from the collection agency?"
"Well, yes, yes, but--"
"Just stop sending the bill! Or send the bill to a different address."
"I'll need the last four digits of the social security number to change the billing address."
"Of course you will. God, I've still got four more months on this lease. That's four more months of getting this bill with her name on it."
"I'm sorry, sir, but why is this bothering you so?"
"McKee... McKee was my ex-fiance's name."
"Well, sir, if you can just have your ex-fiance call us with the last four digits of her social, then--"
"No. It's not her bill. She was Sarah, this is like Olga or something. It's just--every month--just when I'm really feeling like I'm moving on, I get a note in my mailbox with her name on it saying she owes... I just... I don't want... Nothing. Nevermind. Nothing."
"Thank you for calling, sir, I'm sorry I wasn't able to solve your problem today. Is there any other way with which I can be of service today?"
"No. No. Goodbye."(less)
