But....did she look at my husband's credit card and then find me? Or was it because the table was wobbly, and I carelessly pulled some paper out of my purse to stick under the table leg to steady it? The paper, I later realized, was a receipt from Lens Crafters, and probably had personal information. I'd meant to pick it back up, but forgot.
Like most women, I get a stream of strange men sending FB friend requests, which I promptly delete. And of course, people from every phase of my life pop up - most recently my camp counselor from 1968. (That was a delight.) But this just seemed a little off.
My love/hate relationship with the app continues.