This is about how I feel after having my “identity” stolen. Last week I bought gas at the local station from an attendant I didn’t recognize. I didn’t recognize him because no person fitting his descriptions is actually employed there. As best as I can figure it, what happened is that while the real attendant had stepped across the street for lunch, this joker (possibly associated with the lunch place) swooped in, processed my gas purchase, and swiped my information. What is really gross is that he used my credit card to buy internet porn.
I have an idea who committed this brazen crime, but according to the constable there is not much that can be done without evidence. I thought of suggesting that maybe he could take steps to collect the required evidence (an IP address would be a nice start), but since the charge will probably be refunded by my credit card company, I dropped it.
I’ve taken all the appropriate steps to protect myself from further fraud, but still really really want to hit someone. I’m especially p.o.’d because I had to miss my infrared sauna treatment to deal with all this! Grrrrr. Well, it’ll be cash from now on, thanks to this creep. Naturally the gas station won’t be seeing me again. And if I ever find the sicko who did this, I will be having a nice little chat with his wife about her husband’s internet habits.
UPDATE: I held my nose and paid (so to speak) a visit to the website where my credit card was used. They have a whole page about how seriously they take credit card fraud (big fines, jail time, yada yada). I have contacted them and they have promised to cancel the account created with my information. If that’s true, then I wish I could see the guy’s face when he tries to log in next time. That would make my day.