embarassing admission
So, some of you may remember that I had my wallet stolen back in April. It wasn't anything dramatic, more of a learning experience than anything else, wherein I learned; to check on my wallet twice an hour, and that the type of person who will do something like that is the tackiest kind of individual imaginable. Purchases were made at a chinese restaraunt, a beauty supply store, and a lot of gas stations, and attempted at a Wal-mart and a cell-phone place. This is the part where I have to be grateful to Big Brother, since the last two were attempted right as the light was slowly dawning on me that my wallet was nowhere to be found and I was awash in a sea of crappy hold music, and it seems as if the card was shut down immediately after the word "stolen" was imparted from my mouth to the first call center's ear.
Fast forward a little bit. I went and filed a police report, got new IDs, wept a little in impotent rage and mourned some ticket stubs and pictures that had been inside. The police were very gentle with me, which I noticed because I usually get quite twitchy inside police stations, what with the proximity to the Man and all.
Here's the kicker. My bank announced that it was running its own investigation, here is my money back if I will just sign this affadavit, its a pleasure doing business with you. And that the contents of its investigation were confidential. Since then, I just sort of let things slide. There wasn't enough info about me in the wallet to constitute identity theft, so I haven't even really notified the credit companies, and I got my money back, and even the officer in charge of my "case" (if it ever does get solved, I hope there will be a Parlor Scene, a la Poirot or Marple) was kind of lackluster about the chances of any sort of resolution to the matter.
Am I irresponsible here? Should I have done more? Should I be calling the police everye week, smiting the infidels with my lasso of truth and my griddle of justice?
Fast forward a little bit. I went and filed a police report, got new IDs, wept a little in impotent rage and mourned some ticket stubs and pictures that had been inside. The police were very gentle with me, which I noticed because I usually get quite twitchy inside police stations, what with the proximity to the Man and all.
Here's the kicker. My bank announced that it was running its own investigation, here is my money back if I will just sign this affadavit, its a pleasure doing business with you. And that the contents of its investigation were confidential. Since then, I just sort of let things slide. There wasn't enough info about me in the wallet to constitute identity theft, so I haven't even really notified the credit companies, and I got my money back, and even the officer in charge of my "case" (if it ever does get solved, I hope there will be a Parlor Scene, a la Poirot or Marple) was kind of lackluster about the chances of any sort of resolution to the matter.
Am I irresponsible here? Should I have done more? Should I be calling the police everye week, smiting the infidels with my lasso of truth and my griddle of justice?