I was violated last week.
Rather, the credit card issued to me by my employer was violated.
The fraud unit called Friday and left a message.
I returned the call Monday morning.
The woman on the other line asked a few questions.
To verify it was me.
Then she asked a few more questions about the charges.
Did you purchase a metal detector?
Did you make a purchase on Vaping.com?
“No.” (I’m concerned that a hookah may have been purchased rather than an electronic cigarette, but I swear it wasn’t me.)
Did you make a purchase at Forever 21?
“No.” (I haven’t been that age in forever.)
Okay, thank you.
“Does this mean you’ll be issuing me a new card, that my current card is dead in the water?”
Yes. We’ll issue a new card, with new numbers, and send it to your Administrator.
“Okay, thank you.” (I guess. Rotten little fraudulent person, now I can’t buy stamps or paper or office supplies until the new card arrives. Ugh.)
We both spoke our pleasantries and hung up the phone.
Later, as I was telling one of my co-workers about the violations and where they occurred, he deadpanned,
“Ha! More like Forever 62.”
Thanks for pointing out an age I haven’t quite reached.
I was not only violated,
but insulted as well.
Just wait, buddy…
I have plans for the duct tape from Staples.