Yesterday morning, I had to torch my credit card account. Someone in Los Angeles had used it to sign up with a kind of sketchy food-delivery service, ordered an expensive Chinese dinner, and the transaction had bounced because the place wasn't open.
Or that's how it looked. My bank called me after I'd spent some time online trying to puzzle it out and they took immediate and drastic action. Since the card had been renewed only a day earlier, there weren't a lot of possibilities for physical theft of the number and the only place I'd updated it online was a major retailer with whom most of us have a love/hate relationship.
Frustrating, scary and annoying, and the round of password-updating it set off was no fun, either. And that's life in this century, I guess.
I've been lazy about not carrying and using cash. Time to go back to basics.
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