About five minutes ago, someone added my mug to their collection.

Never mind that I haven't the foggiest idea why anyone would take a picture of me, let alone a complete stranger. But there I was, crossing the street, backpack on my back, coat slung over one arm. A red SUV--Utah plates, didn't catch the number--pulls alongside me, matching my speed. They had the right of way, no reason to slow down, so I turn to look at them. The driver--a man in his mid-twenties, maybe early thirties, light hair, cut short--is holding what appears to be a gold-colored cell phone, complete with camera. Or maybe it was just a very small digital camera. The passenger is a woman, but I didn't get a good look at her.

I hear the distinct faux-camera sound that a cell phone makes when a picture is being snapped; at this point I am looking more or less right at the camera. And then the car pulls away.

Maybe they mistook me for someone else? I wasn't even in front of my house yet. I have heard stories of people whipping out cell phones to catch a picture of someone who looks "just like someone else." Maybe that's what was going on.

I tell you, it would be a little bit creepy if it weren't so bizarre. Am I the latest victim of some sort of weird new identity theft? Where is my photo going to turn up? I haven't a clue.