Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Trying To Be Me?
I have a Google email alert on my unique last name (which, incidentally, isn't Nut)...
And I received such an alert the other day saying to *Check out (my name)'s phone number in Florida*. The search engine had come across my name on whitepages.com.
So I finally get around to investigating it and discover that it has me living at a certain address in Orlando. Furthermore, it lists the other names of the household. One of them I recognize as the older sister of my old, OLD college roommate.
Hmmmmm....what's going on here?
For a second I figured maybe his sister's husband somehow got a hold of my name, credit card info, or Social Security number or something.
But then just now I realized that her last name is unchanged AND the same as the other two occupants. So they must be her and my old roommate's parents.
Seeing this queer coincidence and knowing a little about the *career* background of my old friend's *immigrant* parents I strongly suspect that foul play is afoot.
My first instinct is to track down my old buddy and inform him. But I'm going to put that unpleasant discussion on hold for a minute.
I guess I have to do something to make sure my credit hasn't substantially been compromised. There has to be some entity out there that offers such a service.
Background - My former roommate was a bit of a shoplifter. And apparently kleptomania was part of his family heritage. Back in college, some 15-16 years ago, he told me that when he got G.I. Joe figurines for Christmas....they'd always come *without the weapons* and *without the packaging*. As he got older and more perceptive he noticed his mother stuffing store items down her shirt. The weaponry must have gotten lost in her cleavage!
As for his father....well, have y'all seen the motion picture Scarface?