“How did your week start out, Chrissy?”
Oh, let me tell you how it started, friend.
Sunday I went across the river into Missouri to get some gas. Gas over there is usually 10-20 cents cheaper. Everytime I get gas I always check that the card reader on the pumps looks okay, because they have those scanners that save your card information. Well, this scanner seemed weird, but it is also a gas station that I don’t go to often, so I didn’t think to much into and figured it would be fine.
Turns out, within twelve hours of pumping that gas, $321.19 was stolen from my account by somehow using my debit card. FIVE different transactions! I got gas around 12:30 and in less than three hours, I was supposedly buying stuff from gas stations and making ATM withdrawals in St Louis MO and Columbia MO – both cities that are 3+ hours from me!
My card has been shut off, which is a pain because now I have to set back up payment arrangements for everything that the card was connected to. I have bills due this week and now I am really in a tough place. The investigation may take up to 90 days, and my money won’t be replaced right away.
It’s time like these that I wish I wasn’t an adult. Because then I wouldn’t have to be the one the deal with all of this.
What misfortune. Right before the holidays.
Tonight I am feeling defeated.
Between the Lens 