Steal Once. Shame on You. Steal Twice. Shame on You.
My credit card number has been stolen TWICE since I've lived here in New York City.
Incident 1: Subway card reader.
Result: 4x $800 Western Union cash transactions from Missouri.
Incident 2: UPS delivery person.
Result: $650 in prescription drugs from Duane Reade (local pharmacy in NYC).
Between that and my recent move here, Citibank must think I'm trying to pull an Ocean's Eleven on them. I'm envisioning myself doing one of their commercials right now where I talk with a totally different identity - ooo, perhaps I'm an elderly Jewish woman spreeing in Bloomingdales on blouses (w/shoulder pads) and mismatched Burburry Capris.
Incident 1: Subway card reader.
Result: 4x $800 Western Union cash transactions from Missouri.
Incident 2: UPS delivery person.
Result: $650 in prescription drugs from Duane Reade (local pharmacy in NYC).
Between that and my recent move here, Citibank must think I'm trying to pull an Ocean's Eleven on them. I'm envisioning myself doing one of their commercials right now where I talk with a totally different identity - ooo, perhaps I'm an elderly Jewish woman spreeing in Bloomingdales on blouses (w/shoulder pads) and mismatched Burburry Capris.
