My phone beeps and whirrs and whistles and vibrates whenever I get any sort of message from anywhere. I usually turn it off during classes so it doesn’t distract me. While other students are engrossed in online games during class presentations, my bound and gagged phone becomes a distraction for me. I am an honorary member of the ADD generation.
It was with little surprise that I opened an email from my bank entitled: Irregular Activity Detected. I’ve gotten these emails before. The bank’s detector device is usually very sensitive. I’ve signaled the alarm before by having Starbuck’s twice in the same day…in the same city! I was surprised, however, when on the automated phone line it was brought to my attention that a charge for $227 and change had been declined at a Wal-Mart…in Louisiana.
At some point my card number had been stolen from somewhere. A debit card machine, or more likely, a gas-pump. How this particular feat had been accomplished I have no idea, but I imagine it takes some kind of Batman-like technology. Don’t let their looks fool you, the ragtag bunch of dudes who hang out in gas station parking lots in rags are far more technologically savvy than you think. They’re fucking ex-computer programmers and mechanical engineers, abandoned and left floating in the gasoline-sea of unemployment.
Regardless, there is one gas station in particular I will not be filling up at anymore. I should have known better.
Now until my bank replaces my newly canceled card, I am forced to use my emergency credit card with the $500 limit (big spender!) with the picture of a puppy and kitten on it. Cute. I wonder if a gun shop would let me purchase bullets with it.
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