The origin of identity theft

Yesterday, as a joke, a co-worker of mine picked me up an application for employment at Chinmi, which is a restaurant that serves "Asian and American food" that also happens to be attached to a gas station. One trip to their buffet is enough to make you sick, and it only takes a few bites of the food to make you scrap the rest of what's on your plate and decide to go somewhere else for lunch. While the food description explains the joke of the application, it is an unnecessary digression and I should get back to the point. This application that my friend picked up, was already filled out. By "already filled out", I mean that I now have in my possession a man's name, address, phone number, social security number, and previous work history. Honest mistake? Nope. Apparently the clerk's reaction to the application was "just white it out and write over it". I thought about calling the applicant to let him know he wasn't getting the job at Chinmi, but I thought better of it.