Well I had bad luck turn into good luck turn into worse luck.
Yesterday, I went grocery shopping with my boys so they could help select dinner; we picked some things out, got in the checkout line and waited our turn to the front. As the checker was ringing me up (gee, don't I wish), I noticed that I could not find my ATM card. Not anywhere. I searched my wallet, my pants, my book. I even had my oldest wait with the groceries while I searched the card. Damn, no card. So, I apologized to the checker, took my disappointed boys home for Kraft mac & cheese.
I went to the bank today to report my card missing. They had my card! Apparently I had left it behind in a drive-through transaction two days previous. Wonderful!
Out of curiosity, I asked if there were any transactions on it--there were, yesterday, when I demonstrably did not have the card and the bank did. Uh-oh. More checking reveals that someone has been siphoning from my account for months, a little here, a little there, steadily and stealthily. (A lesson: balance your checkbook, always.) So I shut down the ATM card and am waiting for a new one in the mail.
At least I walked out with $100 in dollar coins.
Yesterday, I went grocery shopping with my boys so they could help select dinner; we picked some things out, got in the checkout line and waited our turn to the front. As the checker was ringing me up (gee, don't I wish), I noticed that I could not find my ATM card. Not anywhere. I searched my wallet, my pants, my book. I even had my oldest wait with the groceries while I searched the card. Damn, no card. So, I apologized to the checker, took my disappointed boys home for Kraft mac & cheese.
I went to the bank today to report my card missing. They had my card! Apparently I had left it behind in a drive-through transaction two days previous. Wonderful!
Out of curiosity, I asked if there were any transactions on it--there were, yesterday, when I demonstrably did not have the card and the bank did. Uh-oh. More checking reveals that someone has been siphoning from my account for months, a little here, a little there, steadily and stealthily. (A lesson: balance your checkbook, always.) So I shut down the ATM card and am waiting for a new one in the mail.
At least I walked out with $100 in dollar coins.
