Me: "Can I help you?"
Woman: "Yeah, I'm looking for my daughter, I was told she might be here."
M: "Um, I'm sorry, but there's no one here other than myself and my brother."
W: "Well, can you check? She's 15, but she might have said she was 17."
M: "Okay, well, what's her name?"
W: "Well, her real name is Kimberly, but she may be going by Tiffany or Ashley or something like that."
M: "I'm sorry, ma'am, but there isn't anyone here except the two of us."
W: "Well, could you check anyway?"
M: "Yeah sure, hang on."
I then went to Brent's room and asked if he had anyone else in there with him (which I knew he didn't because a) he has a girlfriend and b) we went to bed at the same time last night). After confirming the story, I went back to the front door.
M: "Ma'am, I'm sorry, but there isn't anyone else here."
W: "Are you sure? Do you know where she is?"
M: "Ma'am, we both just go to school here, and my brother mostly hangs out with the sorority girls and his frat brothers, and I only know the Musical Theatre majors. I don't really know anyone outside of SMS."
W: "Well, okay, fine. Thanks."
And she left.
Am I the only one thinking: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!??!