I'm mounting a posse to track down and string up the yeller-bellied cur who done stole my bank card number yesterday.
My bank called first thing this morning to report some suspicious charges to my card overnight.
No, I wasn't at a EuroRail ticket kiosk in Fornebu, Norway at 10:46 am buying a $724 ticket to the U.K., where I then purchased some cosmetics on-line from the Shau Kei Wan district of Hong Kong, and still had time to make it back to my hotel room at the Budget Suites in Kentucky USA less than one minute later.
Of course, the bank had to put a stop on my card, and I can't order a new one until next Thursday because I have to go in and sign a paper attesting that I didn't make these purchases and my branch (inside the building where I work) is closed M-T-W of this coming week.
I asked the woman at the Fraud Investigations department who called, that, if they caught the person, would they be willing to extradite him back to Atlanta, so that I could kill him personally.
She had a great sense of humor and replied, "I suppose you'll have to talk to your local branch manager about that, sir." At least, I think she was kidding...
So, who's up for a Fiero road trip: Norway, to the UK, to Hong Kong, and back home through Kentucky?
Seriously, folks, watch your cards and be aware of people around you. I have a pretty good idea who got my number, and when, so if it proves true, I will invite y'all to the hangin'.
Fiero GTB ("Get That Badguy")