More Fun on Facebook

For some very odd reason, a piece of mail was sent to my father’s house, but bearing the name of my first ex-husband (don’t worry, I only have two exes). Now, I have been divorced from this person for more than 20 years, we had no children, and have nothing to do with each other. Still, there it was, so I when I went over for breakfast last weekend, Dad gave it to me unopened and asked what I wanted to do with it. Haha, loaded question. Anyway, of course I opened it and wouldn’t you know, it was a collection notice from a creditor. Seems Mr. Irishman hasn’t paid his cell phone bill, to the tune of 2 grand or so. Really. Hmmm. Fascinating. So I did the 21^st century thing, which is, got on the internet and Googled his name to see if he still existed. Yup, even the same address as 20 years ago. So, why are they sending his bills to addresses that are hundreds of miles away? I can only surmise that his finances are as stellar as ever, and someone bought that debt along with a whole package of miscellaneous other bad debts, hoping to collect some percentage on something. And they are grasping at straws, hoping for a bite (I love me a mixed metaphor). Anyway…

The funniest part of the story is, I got a “hit” on his current wife’s name – um, that would be the person he got pregnant while we were married, yeah, nice touch - she’s on Facebook. Curiosity got the better of me and I tried to look at the public part of her profile…not even a picture, just that blue background with the Gumby head. But beneath that I had three choices:

A) Add “Debbie” as a Friend

B) Send “Debbie” a Message

C) View “Debbie’s” Friends

Well needless to say, choices A & B were out, but how about C? So I clicked on it. And laughed my butt off when I read, and I quote, “Debbie has no friends.” Well, hell, no surprise there! What a hoot! That made my day. Well, that and she’s married to Mr. Responsible Irishman. Perfect couple.