Volume 52, Number 7 · April 28, 2005
Social Insecurity
By Jeremy Bernstein
In the autumn of 2003 I received a telephone call from a collection agency named the Mercantile Adjustment Bureau, which is located in Rochester, New York. It soon became clear that while the man they were interested in had the same last name as mine, our first names were different. Indeed, the man in question, who had an apartment in the building I live in in New York, was not unfamiliar to me. I had received other calls along these lines and was able to discover that he was using his wife's name in his telephone account and had apparently given out my name and telephone number to a creditor.
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