What are you doing with my social security number…
^ Me, when accused of being motivated to steal one’s identity with their rental paperwork
Please find me a millennial who would not, even for a second, question entering his or her credit card number in exchange for the promise of quickly delivered artisan foods. I associate myself with the masses that barter bagels for their banking information – the alternative of foraging for oneself is just too harrowing. On the flip side, my parent’s generation is (rightfully so) a bit more hesitant with their personal information, a theme I get to see all the time with guarantors. I can’t tell you the amount of guarantor tax returns I receive that have almost all the numbers whited out. This is usually followed by a 9pm phone call where my intentions with their documents are questioned (…to find your child a home?), which rapidly deteriorates into an accusation of my using said-paperwork to steal their identity.
“Yes, I am not busy enough so I’m going to drain your bank accounts to help a few dozen families in a third world country because I moonlight as an international Robin Hood. You caught me.”