In my mission to try to get Skype to work (secretly wishing the program had a connection to the Between so I could Skype my forever love), I came across all the usual common bugs and internet gripes. 10 000 passwords to recover, go to ancient email accounts you nearly forgot you opened 10 years back… mainly to have a place for all the Facebook notifications to fall into without disturbing your normal flow of daily correspondence… and I happened across a program called “Truthfinder”.
Truthfinder is touted to find really scary truths about people… put in a name, and up come traffic offences, places the person has been, old aliases… everything you hoped the NSA wouldn’t put together about you because it creepily reminds us of George Orwell’s “1984”.
I’m compulsive, so of course I tested it out. (Are my e-toll bills up there? Do I have a parking fine I’m not aware of?)
It didn’t find me.
It found someone else, different age, different name, different state… of course I’m not American, so maybe this search is restricted to America.
It reminded me of one of our little Amway “strategies” (rather, just a little fun thing we used to do on occasion). When someone turns you down for a meeting, for an opportunity to look at the business, you shrug and say, “Okay, then I’ll just take you off the list”.
List? What list? I’m on a list? Oh my hat, how did I get on a list? Is it bad? Did I get to win something, or what?
One can increase the effect by saying “short list” instead.
What? I was short-listed for something?
These little mind games remind me of the bus driver I chatted to when I was around 16… middle-aged, fairly bored with the job but faithful, but he amused himself by stuttering the brake and watching the people’s heads go forward in a series of movements like pigeons.
It shows you that the most boring job can be freshened up with a bit of creative humour. Of course his “test subjects” never suspected the stuttering brake was specially for them!
Have a sweet Friday. I am not making promises about stories quite yet.