Google Thought My Phone Number Was Facebook’s and It Ruined My Life
I’m waiting for the subway when the phone rings. On the other end of the line an angry woman is shouting at me about her Facebook account. I hang up. A few hours later, I’m walking to get some lunch when someone calls. “I forgot my Facebook password,” the man says. I sigh, and—once again—explain that I can’t help. Later, while at my desk, someone else calls up.
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