So, Who is Jennifer and why do people keep calling her on my

[MineralMan]

16. Sure. That's probably why she dropped the number

in the first place. That or the bill collectors. I'm curious about who Jennifer is, but not very. It's semi-interesting to hear those voice mails and read those texts. I sort of have a story now about the previous owner of the number. I could do without the photos, though. Even so, they're interesting, too, in their own way. And I do have the numbers associated with them, too. That's also interesting.

People are not very smart, I think.

I used to have a dedicated fax number, back in the days when people actually faxed stuff. One day, I came in and found about 50 pages of received fax. It was a complete loan application from someone. Everything was on there, from social security numbers, bank account numbers, and a lot of other stuff.

Someone had switched two digits when they sent the fax. So, I faxed a one-page fax to the originating number and explained, telling them that they should call my voice phone. They did. I explained that they had screwed up the phone number and that I had this loan application on my desk.

The person on the phone got really angry at me and told me in an angry voice that I couldn't look at it, because it was confidential. I laughed. "Dude! You faxed it to me." He got even angrier. So I hung up on him.

Then, I called the phone number for the person who was applying for the loan and explained what had happened. She got really, really angry, but not at me. She was pissed at the person who had sent the fax. She hung up, and about a minute later I got a call from the other angry person, who was somehow not so angry any longer. He told me, though, to drive to another town and take the paperwork to the place it should have gone. I laughed at him. I explained that I had a business to run and wasn't about to do that. I suggested that perhaps he should come to my office, retrieve his stupid fax and drive it to that other location. As an alternative, I told him he could just fax it to the right phone number and I'd shred what I had.

He drove to my office and picked it up. He was still angry. I laughed again.