Jun 26, 2008 21:48
Ah yes, summer time. Suddenly, I am fresh out of close female friends. (This, by the way is why I am so afraid to speak up- some people don't want to hear what I have to say.) And as such, have not baked myself into a scarlet oblivion at Montrose Beach, nor seen Sex and the City. Travesty. I am pale and pun-free.
But I have more important concerns. Like shopping sprees below the Mason-Dixon line. Apparently "I" have been shopping in Georgia for expensive car stereos. Or....someone with my debit card info has been. Oh, and going to Kroger for a few weeks worth of groceries, and Macy's for a few pairs of fully-priced summer sandals. Nice. Now I have to wait 7 to 10 business days for my entirely drained checking account to be replenished. Meanwhile, I am making sure my therapist holds onto my last payment, and contacting all the appropriate authorities to make sure someone doesn't have all my personal info.
According to the FTC, Washington Mutual had an "incident" where lots of personal debit card info leaked out. Oops? (FTC also informed me about a recent shipment of personal checks that were "lost." Wah Hoo!) And down south- in Duluth, GA - Digital Car Audio processed a transaction for over a thousand dollars as "Debit without PIN." Excuse me? (Oh, did I mention I never lost my card? Yeah, always had it.) So some po-dunk jackass walks in with a credit card number scrawled on a napkin, says he forgot his pin, wants to purchase a hefty stereo system and this doesn't raise red flags to the salesperson? That's G-E-O-R-G-I-A for ya. Isn't that the POINT of a PIN?! Isn't a PIN supposed to provide some security? Some, PERSONAL IDENTIFICATION, perhaps? Like, confirming that the you are the person whose name is on the card. What card? And isn't the point of a Debit Card to actually HAVE the card and actually KNOW the PIN? Isn't that how the world of paperless money operates? HELLO! I am hopping mad at Wamu, and the stereo place, and whoever is fucking enforcing the sanctity of PIN numbers. Someone needs to get on this! They all owe me their first born, or fruit basket and some cash. At least. What a meaningless hassle. I mean, seriously.