The first time my credit card got stolen, it was almost 8 years ago and I still remember the exact date. Not because I’m particularly good with dates or anything, but because it happened on 10/10/10. We quickly discovered it was gone and called the credit card company and they asked us if we had recently purchased 900 dollars worth of stuff at Target. Like, in the last 30 minutes recently.
My head was full of feelings of injustice and anger and I wanted to call the Target and get a record of what was sold (like, if it was 3 Xbox 360s, I’d check Craigslist for “hey, brand new 360, never been played”) and have a lead for what the thieves were fencing for the police report.
Well, the police did not share my enthusiasm for this plan. They asked if we wanted to file a report and YOU’RE GOSH DARN RIGHT I DID! And they didn’t want to hear about detective work we could be doing, they just wanted the details and they wrote them down and they thanked me.
I mean, the stolen money was *COVERED* by the various credit card insurance stuff that comes automatically with a card. I just felt like I had my credit card stolen and then the thieves went out and spent almost a grand and the cops didn’t care. It was frustrating.
Well, time passed and I more or less got over it. No real choice, right? Well, a few months back this year, my credit card got stolen again. This time, however, it was a bit different. It took me until the next day to discover it was gone but when we called the credit card to report it stolen, they asked us about a different set of purchases that we didn’t make.
First thing was the guy wandered across the street from the Wendy’s where my card got lifted and spent 3 bucks at 7-11. Bought a Monster or something. He later on went to Wal-Mart that night and spent another $20. Then, the next day, the guy took a Uber to the plaza with the Black Bear Diner and the Dollar Theater and treated himself to a meal and a 2nd run movie.
We looked at this stuff and I wasn’t even really mad. The guy who took the card this time treated himself to a nice day off. Spent about $100.
We called the cops and gave the story of what happened and the police officer asked us if we wanted to file a report. We kinda hinted that we didn’t, really? And the police officer said something to the effect of “this probably wouldn’t be our highest priority if you filed one” and we agreed to just tell the credit card company that we called the police.
I hope the second guy felt guilty, though.
Anyway, this weekend will be dedicated fully to recuperation from last week’s overflowing weekend. I’ve already hit two of the errands that I was planning on hitting (just stop by on the way home from work and, sure, it gives you a later night than you wanted but that means that Saturday and Sunday are lazier and lazier with each stop on the way home. If I get groceries tomorrow night, I won’t even have to leave the house on Saturday! So that’s what I’m going to do, I’m pretty sure.
So… what’s on your docket?
(Image is “Play” by Clare Briggs. Used with permission of the Briggs estate.)