This week I learned that if a federal investigator calls your house wanting to set up an appointment to meet, you shouldn’t panic or jump to conclusions.

His call doesn’t necessarily have anything to do with your taxes.

Or the illegal aliens you hired to build the casita out back.

Just kidding about the illegals.  We don’t even have a casita.  Honest.

Back to my life lesson though.

I learned that federal investigators are the ones who, well, investigate people who have security clearances.

I also learned that federal investigators are very interested in what an ex-wife has to say with regard to the ivestigatee.

Lucky for the investigatee in question this ex-wife’s child support is up to date.

If you know me at all though you know full well that I couldn’t let this opportunity pass without having a little fun with aforementioned investigatee.

Me (on the phone to investigatee): Hi.
Investigatee: Hi.  What’s up?
Me: Hey listen, I’ve got that federal investigator here and I have a question for you.
Investigatee: Okay.  I’ve probably got an answer.
Me: I’ve tried and tried but for the life of me I cannot remember the name of that buddy of yours.  Was it Sergei Varishnakof?  Something like that wasn’t it?
Investigatee: What?  What are you talking about?
Me: You know.  That friend of yours.  Sergei wasn’t it?  The one who worked with the KGB?
Investigatee: (crickets chirping)
Me:  Hello?  Um….hello?
(Telltale clicking sound on the receiver.)
Me again: Oh come on.  I kid.  You know it was funny.
Operator: If you’d like to make a call, please hang up and try again.  If you need help…

One last thing I learned: Investigatees aren’t easily amused.

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