I am a leasing consultant at an apartment complex, and as such I have the opportunity to meet and interact with a lot of different people--something I really enjoy. I helped a gentleman move in last summer--he's probably 50 years old and has a very strong faith in Christ. He's also a talker. When I talked to him on the phone the first time ever when he was still looking for a place to live, I think our conversation lasted probably 45 minutes. I sold him on the apartment over the phone, and he moved in shortly thereafter. He's been here six months and just renewed his lease for another six months at which time he is planning on being a missionary in third world countries for a few months. He's extremely nice, but sure can talk your ear off.
Today he came into the office with his rent check as well as some other questions. He asked how our Christmas was. He asked if we had gone down to Utah to see family, and I responded that Utah was actually coming to see us (Chris' family is coming up here tomorrow for the New Years weekend!). He then went off for a few minutes about how I need to make sure that I'm the perfect hostess for them--cook for them, take their plates for them, and basically don't let them help out at all. Sure, fine, I can do that, no problem. Then he said something kind of weird that caught me off guard:
Him: Make sure to serve them...cleverly.
Me: What did you just say?
Him: Make sure to serve them...cleverly.
Me: How do you know my maiden name?
Him: Do you remember when I first talked to you? I asked if you allow Christians to move into your apartment complex.
Me: Yeah, I remember you asking that.
Him: Well, I'm a prophet of God.
Me: Are you stalking me? (said jokingly)
He laughed and left the office. I sat there at my desk confused for the next five minutes or so racking my brain as to how he might have discovered my maiden name. And then I tried to remember if I had ever told him that I was from Utah. Maybe he is a prophet of God, but I don't think prophets are expected to know maiden names of random leasing consultants--that sounds more like Santa Claus who's supposed to know details like that. So maybe I have a stalker. I'm so confused! Maybe he's reading this? Eeek! Hi Tony!
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Hmmm, I didn't even know your maiden name. Very interesting experience to say the least :) Hope you had a great Christmas and a Happy New year! Have fun with the fam.
Uh, that's more than a little creepy... Beware false prophets!
Information is pretty easy to get these days. All you need is a little bit to start with.
For example, I'm guessing Mr. Santa knows you as Camilla Taylor. Next, my guess is that at some point during your long conversation, you might have mentioned something about the bakery (it seems natural that if he knew you're from Utah, he might have asked what brought you up to Washington.)
A google search of "Camilla Taylor great harvest" returns both your twitter and facebook profiles. Even though both are set to "friends only", clicking on your facebook profile displays a page with your name (which is registered under "Camilla Cleverly Taylor"), a list of the pages you are a "fan" of, and your profile picture -- which, although it won't display it in full-size, is plenty big enough to be recognizable as you.
Even if it wasn't necessarily the bakery, anything else you mentioned about yourself might have provided enough information to produce similar results. Kinda scary, huh?
You can set up your facebook account so that it won't show up in search engine results by clicking "Settings" -> "Privacy Settings" -> "Search" -> and un-checking the box that says "Allow" for public search results.
Holy crap that's freaky! I just took Vince's advice for opting out of the search engine stuff!
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