Nov 08, 2005 13:38
so for those of you who don't know...my debit card was stolen (along with all the $ in my account). Shity yeah i know, but the bank replaced all the $ so it's no big.
I would however like to bring this mother-fucker to justice. Because no one fucks with me. No one.
So today I decided that I don't trust the Hartford police to do a thorough enough investigation...so I took matters into my own hands. While I did report it to the police, I decided to do some dectective work of my own.
Enter Detective Meagher *insert Law & Order music here*
I have the names of the places where this bastard went on his little shopping spree, so I give them a jingle on el telefono. I speak to the manager of each store and while most are not helpful at all, some actually remember the person and the transaction and could give me a description.
Are you ready for this? My identity theif is...
a young lady with a little shorter then shoulder length, blond hair. She wasn't heavy, but not extremely thin either. She was in a hurry.
Umm...did they just describe me? Did I go into some sort of disassociative episode and go on a shopping spree with my own money and dont' remember it? Do i have a husband and 3 children in Ohio who I visit when i'm in this alter ego? what's going on?
More updates to come
(if you see me being taken away by large men in white jumpsuits then you can just assume that i've been declared nuts and am going to a happy little home for other special children like me)