Whoops.

I tend to imagine myself as a fairly typical, low-key kind of person. I wake up in the morning, shower, get dressed, go to work, come home, eat dinner, goof off and go to bed in the evening. It's a weekly routine, much like most people. Last night I had a wrench thrown in to my routine.

Imagine if you will, you get home from a long day of work, check the Christmas tree to make sure the dog and cat haven't decided to have another climbing contest, and then happen to discover that there's voicemail on the home phone. Dutifully you check the message, and here is what you hear:

"Hello Mr. Watson, this is So-and-so Frink (not sure on the name, couldn't quite understand him) of the North Branch Police Department. I'm investigating a possible case of identity theft whereby someone's social security number was stolen, and your name came up. We're investigating all James Watsons in the St. Paul area, so if you could please call me back with any information you might have regarding this and any time you may have spent in the State of New Jersey, I would appreciate it."

Under most circumstances I'd like to think of myself as someone who doesn't get excited easily. However, that's just not true, I DO get excited rather easily. So, I called the officer back (his voice mail says he's an Inspector) and left him a message, emphatically stating that I'm completely certain he's got the wrong James Watson, and I've never been to New Jersey, either. I left my home phone and my cell phone number for him to call me, which, as of yet, he hasn't. In the meantime, I'm not making any plans to change my name.

Why do things like this always seem to happen to me? C'mon, feel free to throw up your oddest experience!