Yeah, I said it.
Apparently, we were hi-jacked over the weekend.
Hubby went to the local home improvement store on Saturday and when he tried to use his credit card for his $17.00 bill it came up flagged. Needless to say, this freaked him out completely. And honestly? I don't blame him.
After spending an hour and a half on the phone (thank GOD I wasn't home - or it would have been ME stuck on that phone!) it was determined that somehow, some way, some evil bastard had gotten a hold of our credit card number (the how is completely beyond me!) and tried to use it to buying $800.00 worth of stuff at a KMart in another town.
The folks at Visa noticed that this wasn't our spending pattern (I mean hello - I don't even think we have a KMart here...) and denied the purchase and flagged the card.
Yes, this was great. But. . . .how come no one from Visa called us to say "Hey. By the way, some evil bastard just tried to use your credit card number. You might want to do something about that."
What if the next time the evil bastard tried to use it someone at Visa was on his coffee break and it was accepted?
The guy at Visa told Hubby that evil bastards are everywhere stealing credit card numbers (instead of the actual cards) and making counterfeit cards.
Now riddle me this....if you are going to go through all the trouble of stealing credit card numbers and somehow creating a credible counterfeit card why don't you just get a real job and use that creative talent you've got to make money in a legit fashion? Obviously you are devious enough to get into middle management at the very least - and if you are very devious you could even weasel your way into upper management (or, I know! Go to work for the government!)! And you know, most larger companies usually have a very good health plan and additional perks. About the only perk I can think of for criminals is the three square meals they get in JAIL after they are caught - because eventually they are all caught.
And this particular evil bastard that had the nerve to try and steal from me? Well, I'm hoping there is a special place in hell for him/her.