The guy at AT&T told me that my mom hadn’t yet ordered her services to be transferred to her new apartment. The bill is in her husband’s name. I explained that my stepfather has Alzheimer’s. The AT&T guy told me that I need to answer this security question: Who is my stepfather’s favorite actor?
I thought, Who would be the favorite actor of a retired Communist union organizer? Drew a blank — definitely not Schwarzenegger.
The AT&T guy told me that he just lost his aunt to Alzheimer’s, and he considers her death a mercy. He said, “I’ve decided that when I turn 70, I just want to be put out of my misery.”
I said, “Don’t tell me that — I’m 57!”
He laughed. “Okay, fine,” he said, “then when I can’t wipe my own butt.”
The AT&T guy told me that he couldn’t help me without the answer to the security question, or the four-digit passcode. I said thanks. He said, “Remember — don’t text and drive.” I said, I won’t.
My mom wants me to bring her some bananas. I will now bring her some bananas. Then I will try to find out who Frank’s favorite actor is. I was thinking maybe Brando, but then perhaps Frank would associate Brando with Elia Kazan, who named names. …