I can’t imagine a better anecdotal justification for the pending financial privacy bills in California than this: my ex-roomie just forwarded a message to me from some “financial counselling group” concerned about my “high interest credit cards”…
The disturbing aspects are that (a) I don’t really have any high-interest credit cards and I’m current on the two cards I have, and (b) this message was left randomly (via a recording) on a phone number which hasn’t been mine in over two years…
You’ve probably never seen me yell in quite the way I yelled at the hapless soul who answered their 800 number…
In unrelated news, it’s my dad’s birthday. I’d wish him a happy one if I thought he’d read it here…