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I got an old doctor's bill in the mail for the baby. I called the place who sent it to give them the insurance information.
Her: Are you Delanie?
Me: No, she's my daughter.
Her: You need to fax us some type of verification
Me: -conpletely puzzled- What?
Her: The only person we can discuss this with is Delanie.
Me: She's year old. I'm her MOTHER.
Her: I cannot disclose any information to you.
Me: Um, she's a year old. She can't talk. What do you want me to do? Put her on the phone?
Her: I'm sorry, we cannot disclose any information to you.
Me: Okay, I'll throw a old year old on the phone to talk insurance with you.
Her: Ma'am I cannot disclose any information with you. You need to fax us her birth certificate as verification that you're her mother.
Me: -hangs up-
WHAT THE FUCK? ROFL
Her: Are you Delanie?
Me: No, she's my daughter.
Her: You need to fax us some type of verification
Me: -conpletely puzzled- What?
Her: The only person we can discuss this with is Delanie.
Me: She's year old. I'm her MOTHER.
Her: I cannot disclose any information to you.
Me: Um, she's a year old. She can't talk. What do you want me to do? Put her on the phone?
Her: I'm sorry, we cannot disclose any information to you.
Me: Okay, I'll throw a old year old on the phone to talk insurance with you.
Her: Ma'am I cannot disclose any information with you. You need to fax us her birth certificate as verification that you're her mother.
Me: -hangs up-
WHAT THE FUCK? ROFL