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One day, many years ago, I got a call at my office informing me that my checkbook was at a church downtown. A church I had never heard of. I took my lunch hour to find my way to this church and talked to the janitor whom had found what turned out to be a check register, not mine, with my name and office number in it.
Not knowing what else to do, I took it and returned to work. I spent the afternoon going through the line items in the very neatly made out check register. (this is prior to computer days) I finally narrowed down a couple of 'like' names indicating relatives and ended up calling the Dental office they had just paid, and explained my situation. They very kindly looked through their records and had a possible name, but with privacy issues, they wouldn't tell me the name but promised to call them. I provided my name and office number.
A short time later, like half an hour, I get a call from a man asking if I had his check register. We talked a bit, found out he worked on the Air Force Base where I was. He said his wife's purse had been stolen and they got everything back including the checks, but not the check register. He came over to my building to get it.
My first sentence to him, a perfect stranger, was "Why is my name and phone number in your check register?"
He had no idea why it was there and, after thanking me, left. Later I got another phone call from him...
Our back yards were caty-corner from each other. One day my dog had gotten into his yard over his fence and when he walked her back to my house, he got my name and number to call if it happened again. Fortunately, it didn't.
Small world...
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