Dude in Bellingham, WA laid out $656.73 for men’s clothes at Nordstrom’s last night.  He paid with AMEX, and had the receipt emailed to me, for some reason. 

What’s an “apron toe tie”? Or do I not want to know?

Woman named Darlene keeps sending me photos of her house. 

Maurice Klatt of Velbert, Germany ordered gorgonzola spinach rigatoni and chicken Kashmir for 16€.

Dude named Maurice Roncalli is a tiny bit behind on his sky.com payment.  I’d let him know if I had another way of contacting him.

Someone named Maurice Williams has signed up for Dropbox and CloudOn (and linked them together) using my email address. I suspect he won’t find these services as useful as he’d like. 

Every time a gentleman named Maurice Bouci from Beirut books a flight to Heathrow and back, he sends me the itinerary.  

Last night a series of automated emails from fling.com alerted me to someone having created an account there, using my email address for the account contact.

One of these emails was also an entreaty from someone calling herself something like “Sloppyhole847.” Do people really think of themselves that way? I’d prefer to think it was a bot. I wasn’t looking forward to any more of these, so I followed the Edit Account links, changed the password, and disabled notifications.

Doude’s name seems to be George, and he’s in Louisiana. If he somehow reactivates this account, I’m going to edit his profile unpleasantly.

A Maurice Power somewhere in the UK is looking to have a microchip implanted in his pet.  

Thanks, random French dude, for trying to reset my password so many times that my account’s locked for the next eight hours.

Our Missouri friend still can’t remember his password: he hit the Missouri Access site’s password reminder function six times yesterday.