So I’ve selected the Group 65 DieHard and the clerk has asked me for credit card, which I furnish, and phone number. The phone number is the first field on his check-out screen and I see no valid reason to add mine to his list which gets sold to telemarketers. Most folks give it up and so do I except mine is bogus. (kind of like lying about ones age, eh?) What happened next I didn’t expect because his computer system actually ran a check on the number and reported back in the space of a few seconds that it belongs to a local motel!? It does indeed — the perfect pay-back, because it’s one digit off from mine and sometimes we get their calls. So, I use it without bad feeling on occasion to remain incognito. But now I’m discovered. In my best agent Maxwell Smart voice: “Would you believe it if I told you that I live at the Days Inn? Awww shucks! Just leave that part blank – would ya?