My husband and I function on different levels of paranoia. I shred all documents. I review bank and credit card statements. I lock my car doors and since I don’t have power locks, I make a loud, “BLOOP BLOOP” sound as I walk away. My husband on the other hand, lives like it’s 1975 when identity theft meant someone was wearing bell bottoms and pretending to be the seventh Brady Bunch child. He doesn’t believe that meth users will scour our trash for personal information, or that you shouldn’t stick your finger into the coin return of a public phone because someone might have put an HIV-laden syringe into it. (I know that snopes disproved the latter, but I still believe it. You never know! A nickel is not worth AIDS!)
My husband had to call the IRS today so he asked me for my social security number. I hesitated because he had to write it down. I told him to destroy the paper when he was done and by destroy, I meant use the shredder, not crumple it and lob it into the recycling bin. When I came home, I asked him if he had destroyed it, he said, “I put it out on the curb with a rock on top of it and a sign that said, ‘FREE.'”
Also, I had forgotten that Deece had asked if she could have some packages for her crafts business shipped over here since many places will not ship to Saipan. So today I received a box and inside on top of the packaging peanuts was a bill charged out to my name with items listed as different soaps. My heart stopped because I was certain that my identity had been stolen! And the thief thought I smelled and needed to shower!
Do you keep one computer for p0rn and one for banking or do you work it on all on one machine? Do you hide documents in toilet tissue tubes? Where are you on the paranoia scale?