Beginnings of bad credit history.

I'm leaving for Arizona in just a few short hours. Never been there, just a teensy bit excited...even if my heart is heavy with library fines. I got my first phone call from a collection agency this morning. The man I talked to was quite friendly.
It occured to me, that those collectors are real people...not big hairy, sharp toothed monsters. They perhaps, have more reason to consider ME a barbarian, for neglecting my duties as an outstanding citizen. If I were one anyway.
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"Hello, may I speak with Johanna B-ee-strym please?"

"This is Johanna."

"I'm calling on behalf of Herrick District Library, regarding some over due items."

*pause, with breathing*

"Um, were you aware of that?"

"Well, I was...but I haven't thought about it much, because I've not been home a whole lot. Am I able to return the items still?"

"Yes you can return the items, you'll just have to pay the late fees then...you're still in the early stages, so your credit hasn't received any marks yet."

"Wonderful, I'm really sorry, I'll call my family and see if they can track the stuff down...I'm not at home now. Thank you for the reminder."

"No problem, thank you."
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There what do you think about that? I think I feel like a loser. Now my parents have to track it all down and return it for me.

In other news, I used my first credit card, for the first time ever last night, on gas....

***OH oh! My dad found the items, in the basement, by the washer, bagged and ready to be returned.***