Last weekend, Labor Day weekend, I was supposed to go visit my friend Kellie in Philadelphia. I left work early, around 4, to excitedly hit the road! For a road trip! I had directions taped to my steering wheel and also a road atlas! I had been driving for about an hour and a half and hadn't even made it out of North Carolina before I got a phone call.
"Hi, this is What's-His-Face with The Bank, calling to verify some charges. Did you use your credit card at a gas station today?"
"Umm... no?"
"Ok then, what about at Taco Bell?"
"No, I've never used that card at all. I actually just activated it yesterday."
"Alright then, well we'll just go ahead and close that account and get a new card sent out to you in about 5-7 days."
"Oh. Ok... well, thanks, I really appreciate it. Can I just ask one thing, though? How do you think this happened?"
"Well, with this kind of thing it's really difficult to pinpoint when it happened, but someone could have just gotten access to your card number and made a duplicate."
"Oh, well alright, thanks."
When I hung up with the bank guy, I called Lee, and later Mom, to tell them what had happened. Wasn't it funny that I'd waited so long in life to get a credit card because I was sooo paranoid about the evils of credit, and then when I finally break down and get one, it's somehow compromised the day after I activated it? Wasn't it strange how the card had never even been out of my sight, and I'd only just put it in my wallet last night, and now somehow someone had gotten access to my credit card number and tried to use it for underhanded taco purchases? They both agreed that that was funny and ironic and that the world was in fact a dangerous, dangerous place.
After I hung up, though, I started wondering - seriously, how did they do that? I had just taken the card out of the envelope it came in the night before, and then I put it in my wallet, and I hadn't even taken my wallet out of my purse all day long. I had hardly even left the office, for Pete's sake! So I decided to pull over and see if the card was still in my wallet. Which would have been easy enough except, good gracious, MY WALLET WAS GONE. So, because I'm a grown woman who can take care of herself, I called my mommy. "Mommy," I said, "I can't find my wallet! Also, OH GOD WAAAHHHH."
That's roughly the time I started to panic. So my mom had me come home and call the bank and tell them my debit card was stolen. And now I don't have a license and I couldn't go to Philadelphia for the weekend and plus those bastards got all the sweet gift cards for Victoria's Secret and Barnes & Noble that I hadn't spent yet. And I'm pretty sure someone at work stole my wallet out of my purse when I left my office to go to the bathroom (because a couple of other people have had purses and things stolen from their offices/desks), and so I spent much of the weekend fantasizing about punching thieves in the face and worrying about identity theft.
The end.
3 comments:
That is really terrible that someone would take your things like that. I hope that not only do they catch these evil do-ers, but also allow you to take out interest on their faces.
Keep writing and brightening my day with your creative insight.
=)
Kelli
That is ridiculous. I can't believe that some bitch would steal your wallet for some tacos. I recommend a heavy beating for your pirating coworkers at your earliest convenience.
That sucks hard core-- I would have gone anyway. I think it's acceptable to tell any officer who pulled you that your wallet was stolen.
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