(Appologies to You, who’s already heard this one.)

I had a decidedly odd conversation with my father today. He called the office, and I assumed he wanted to talk to my Mum. Really, he wanted to talk to me, which was good, since I was the one who anwered the phone. Following is the phone converstation, to the best of my recollection, along with the thoughts that ran through my head as it was occuring.

Dad: Hello Lisa.
Me: Hi Dad.
Dad: How old are you?
Me: My birthday was five days ago, and you’ve already forgot? 24
Dad: You don’t have medical coverage, do you?
Me: Yes, I do.
Dad: Through who?
Me: Work.
Dad: Through Linda?
Me: That’s who I work for. Yes.
Dad: Oh. So, if your medical coverage lapsed through me, it wouldn’t matter?
Me: No. I haven’t been covered under you since I was 20, and dropped out of school.
Dad: Okay then. I’ll see you when you get home.
Me: Okay. Bye.

It was just a wierd conversation. I actually have better medical coverage than my parents, which we’ve talked about before over dinner. It was just strange for him to call me up out of the blue to ask me about it.

I mentioned the converstion to my mum, and after thinking on it, I believe he got a letter from his HR department, or Kaiser, saying that I was no longer covered because I was 24, and that’s the cutoff age for when they won’t cover full-time students under their parents plans.

Very wierd. Although, perhaps being covered by him is why my coverage was so good. We’ll find out next time I go to the doctor, I suppose.

- “Different Names for the Same Place,” Plans: Death Cab for Cutie