This happened about an hour ago.
In my call centre we process medical claims for customers. If a doctor selected the child as a claimant but they don’t have bank details we send them a letter asking them to add details. Usually when parents of underage children call I confirm they are the claimant and reprocess the payment to the parents account. I’ll be me. Lady can be lady.
Lady: I’m calling on behalf of my son. We’ve been trying to update his bank details online and its not working.
Me: ok not a problem. How old is your son?
Me (thinking I misheard): …how old?
Lady: he’s 36.
Me: oh ok, well I’ll need to speak to him first before I access his account.
Lady: But he’s sleeping. He wrote down everything for me to say.
Me: If you don’t want to wake him up that’s ok. he can call back later and I can add his details on the phone or help him do it online. We’re open 24/7.
Lady: I’ll see if I can wake him up
I hear some talking
Comes back again
Lady: W-where is your closest service centre? I’ll go in this afternoon and try to do it there.
I told her where it was and reminded her we’d need to talk to him first. I felt bad for the poor woman.