Sometimes I get impatient with cashiers collecting marketing information. It's really not that big a deal in the cosmic scheme of things, but I've come to be a little more protective of my address, phone number, and e-mail address. After getting $50 and $75 for targeting marketing surveys
Borders has frequent drink cards (buy ten get one free). A nice bonus if you buy ten 12 oz cups of coffee and use your freebie to get a $4+ drink 😉 But the barista (or male barista, whatever that's called — let's call him “a male who serves cafe drinks”) has you fill out the card before whipping up a highly-caffeinated, monster drink of your choosing.
I suppose I could just refuse to give out the information, but that's no fun for either of us. So I fill it with stuff that looks like my name, address, and e-mail. Just realistic enough to satisfy them so that they'll give me their drink. (I doubt they really care that much anyway — they probably are just doing what their manager told them to do.)
The other time that I play this game is when a cashier asks for my “phone number, starting with the area code.” I usually give (540) 867-5309. Nobody's called me on it yet — so to speak. Some of the cashiers were in diapers when that song came out!
I do the same thing. I'm not Jenny, but I don't give my real number. Generally I give my fax number. They can call all day there, won't bother me a bit.
I love to give 90210 as my postal code.
I find its the easiest false one to remember.
I usually end up giving my cell phone number. I never have my cell phone on unless I am calling out. I would use 867-5309 but I am afraid someone might catch on when I pronouce the last number ni-eine.