"Look," I told her, "I've got to get that to a consultant we're using. Could you send it out for me?" She agreed. And why not—how could any receptionist be expected to recognize sensitive data? While she sent the fax out to the "consultant," I had my exercise for the day walking over to a stationery store near me, the one with the sign out front "Faxes Sent/Rcvd." My fax was supposed to arrive before I did, and as expected, it was there waiting for me when I walked in. Six pages at $1.75. For a $10 bill and change, I had the group's entire list of names and email addresses.