Run For The Money
With the phone clutched in one hand and a mechanical pencil in the other, I stared at the sequence of numbers I'd just scribbled on an already crowded notepad. "This all looks to be in order, except for one thing. You say I have another checking account, at a bank in Kansas, with a balance of over two hundred thousand bucks."
The nice lady at the mortgage company was getting less nice by the second. "It's right here, on your report. Whitney Pearl, home address in Midland, Texas. You opened the account two weeks ago."
"I've been in Washington, D.C., the past two weeks. How could I open an account in Kansas?" Why would I open an account in Kansas? I don't even know anybody in Kansas.
"You can open an account on the Internet, or by mail."
"There must be a mistake. They got the wrong social security number."
"Could be, but I doubt it. I suggest you get this resolved. Anything not nailed down can be cause for the application to be rejected."
Wondering why I'd been stupid enough to buy a house while I was on a consulting job over two thousand miles away from home, I told her I'd let her know, then hung up ... read full excerpt from Run for the Money ebook
