I was enjoying a nap in my office chair at about 3:00 PM one recent afternoon, when my second line rang. (I only use it for faxes, but since I never actually recieve faxes in reality, whenever it rings it is just some random caller.) I picked it up, and the call went something like this:
Caller: "Are you Joshua Howard?"
Me: "Yes, what can I do for you?"
C: "I'm Blah Blah collections, calling about your nine-ninety-three Qwest bill. What's your credit or debit card #?"
M: "What?" (Still partly asleep, and unaware that I owed Qwest anything.)
C: "Your Nine-Ninety-Three Qwest bill is overdue. Now can I get your card...?"
M: (Remembering that I cancelled my Qwest services about 8 months ago, thinking it was $9.93, which was accidentally left over) "Why didn't I get a bill all this time...? ...How much?"
C: "Nine hundred Ninety Three Dollars."
M: (Still not fully awake, still totally confused, but now alarmed, I spontaniously began to wonder what happened to the family 56K dialup service that stopped getting used and was forgotten about 8 years ago when DSL came along. Believing at this point that somehow a forgotten service from many years ago had been compounding for years and was now worth nearly 1K, I blathered on for a few moments about that; then it occurred to me that it might actually be a debt which my mother, and not I, owed, and I said...) "What name did you say again?"
C: "Joshua Howard" (Oh crap, I thought, pausing.)
C: "We can set up an installment plan..."
M: I'm not going to pay that.
C: "Ok."
M: "Wait - What account number is that for?"
C: "Blah Blah" (I wrote down the information and ended the call.)
I called Qwest, went through some computer prompts, entered the number the collection agent gave me into the computer, and finally got ahold of a customer service representative who accidentally cut me off. Before I was disconnected however, I was able to hear her entering customer info, (accidentally, because the phone rep didn't know what she was doing) part of which included my "address", which was, coincidentally, not my address.
A quick online search at whitepages.com revealed what had been going on the whole time. There was somebody else living nearby with my name and that address; and it was my double who owed Qwest.
The next day, I got another call from the collection agency. I asked for the direct number to a supervisor, took down the name of the agent, and left a message of complaint. So far, I haven't heard back.
The disturbing and unfathomable part of the whole situation is that - when there are about 1,000 people in the U.S. with my exact name - a collection agency just picks one off the list, calls up, and says "Give me your credit card number." without even double-checking the data.
Caller: "Are you Joshua Howard?"
Me: "Yes, what can I do for you?"
C: "I'm Blah Blah collections, calling about your nine-ninety-three Qwest bill. What's your credit or debit card #?"
M: "What?" (Still partly asleep, and unaware that I owed Qwest anything.)
C: "Your Nine-Ninety-Three Qwest bill is overdue. Now can I get your card...?"
M: (Remembering that I cancelled my Qwest services about 8 months ago, thinking it was $9.93, which was accidentally left over) "Why didn't I get a bill all this time...? ...How much?"
C: "Nine hundred Ninety Three Dollars."
M: (Still not fully awake, still totally confused, but now alarmed, I spontaniously began to wonder what happened to the family 56K dialup service that stopped getting used and was forgotten about 8 years ago when DSL came along. Believing at this point that somehow a forgotten service from many years ago had been compounding for years and was now worth nearly 1K, I blathered on for a few moments about that; then it occurred to me that it might actually be a debt which my mother, and not I, owed, and I said...) "What name did you say again?"
C: "Joshua Howard" (Oh crap, I thought, pausing.)
C: "We can set up an installment plan..."
M: I'm not going to pay that.
C: "Ok."
M: "Wait - What account number is that for?"
C: "Blah Blah" (I wrote down the information and ended the call.)
I called Qwest, went through some computer prompts, entered the number the collection agent gave me into the computer, and finally got ahold of a customer service representative who accidentally cut me off. Before I was disconnected however, I was able to hear her entering customer info, (accidentally, because the phone rep didn't know what she was doing) part of which included my "address", which was, coincidentally, not my address.
A quick online search at whitepages.com revealed what had been going on the whole time. There was somebody else living nearby with my name and that address; and it was my double who owed Qwest.
The next day, I got another call from the collection agency. I asked for the direct number to a supervisor, took down the name of the agent, and left a message of complaint. So far, I haven't heard back.
The disturbing and unfathomable part of the whole situation is that - when there are about 1,000 people in the U.S. with my exact name - a collection agency just picks one off the list, calls up, and says "Give me your credit card number." without even double-checking the data.