Friday, August 27, 2010

On being famous...

I called the registrar's office the other day to ask a question. The person on the phone was very helpful and quickly answered my question. In order to do so, he asked me for my name, which I told him. He started making odd "hrm" noises and repeating my last name. After a bit, a light went on and he announced "I know who you are" which, considering that I am not a criminal or a rock-star (yet) seemed unlikely.

Somewhat scary, but he knew quite a bit about me. Make and color of my car, particulars about family members, events I have attended and more. How did he know all of this?

He's a fan of my flickr page

2 comments:

  1. Niiice tryyy. You got me to look at your flicr page. Bravo. ;)

    's all good. :)

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  2. one word:
    stalker

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