I found a credit card on the school grounds. Being the depressingly honest person I am, I took said credit card to the police, figuring they'd know what to do with it. I mean, I wouldn't use someone else's credit card without their permission anyway, but I'm also quite obviously NOT of middle-eastern descent. Yeah, white bread over here.
I have to give them my name, address and telephone number just to turn in a blooming credit card! Whatever.
Conspiracy Theorists would be convinced it all ties in with that Fortune article
kimonthejourney posted in her lj. I'm not convinced, but I'm not unconvinced that Big Brother isn't getting a (very large) mite too inquisitive for my taste, either.
I have to give them my name, address and telephone number just to turn in a blooming credit card! Whatever.
Conspiracy Theorists would be convinced it all ties in with that Fortune article