Gina the Thief
Oh hello. It's me.
And I recently did the walk of shame at Target.
You see, I was making an oh-so-important purchase of badly needed things like toothpaste, socks, hair gel and the like. Oh, and elastic bands for my hair. I manage to start out with twenty and within a month I'm down to two. I've resigned myself to this reality.
Anyhoo, so I swipe my card and the Target checkout lady panics. "Uh, it's not going through." Shit. So I swipe it again. "Uhhh, this is coming up as a referral, the transaction won't complete." Double shit and WTF? My credit score is enviable, and I KNOW I am current on the payment.
So the Target lady is looking at me in dismay, and I can FEEL even though I can't really SEE the lady behind me giving me a look of pity mixed with disdain like I am someone who doesn't pay my bills but blithely goes to Target and charges up a storm ANYWAY and exactly how long did I think I could get away with it. Damn, she was judgemental.
At first I told the checkout lady that I would go to the car and get another card, because lately I have been very anti-purse and will only carry what fits in my pockets. Which is basically my phone, my keys, and a credit card. But then I'm like, forget that, I'm going to call freaking B of A and find out why the hell my card isn't going through.
Then I become THAT lady on the bench next to the registers, with an expression of pissiness and embarassment on my face as I look at my cart full o' things I need in limbo next to the register.
Well, it turns out that my card was flagged for fraud because I stopped at a gas station I've never stopped at before (well duh, I just moved) and then went to Target. Which according to law enforcement Hubba-hubba is a typical pattern of GTA suspects.
So the whole thing was fixed while I wrestled information out of a chick with a very twangy Texas acccent. She was very unwilling to tell me what had tripped the fruad thing, and when I got home I found an email sent to me from B of A alerting me that my card was being suspended.
FAT LOT OF GOOD that did me, as I was already out.
So, the moral of my story is don't go to the gas station and fill up and then go to a big box store or they will think you are a thief. The end.
And I recently did the walk of shame at Target.
You see, I was making an oh-so-important purchase of badly needed things like toothpaste, socks, hair gel and the like. Oh, and elastic bands for my hair. I manage to start out with twenty and within a month I'm down to two. I've resigned myself to this reality.
Anyhoo, so I swipe my card and the Target checkout lady panics. "Uh, it's not going through." Shit. So I swipe it again. "Uhhh, this is coming up as a referral, the transaction won't complete." Double shit and WTF? My credit score is enviable, and I KNOW I am current on the payment.
So the Target lady is looking at me in dismay, and I can FEEL even though I can't really SEE the lady behind me giving me a look of pity mixed with disdain like I am someone who doesn't pay my bills but blithely goes to Target and charges up a storm ANYWAY and exactly how long did I think I could get away with it. Damn, she was judgemental.
At first I told the checkout lady that I would go to the car and get another card, because lately I have been very anti-purse and will only carry what fits in my pockets. Which is basically my phone, my keys, and a credit card. But then I'm like, forget that, I'm going to call freaking B of A and find out why the hell my card isn't going through.
Then I become THAT lady on the bench next to the registers, with an expression of pissiness and embarassment on my face as I look at my cart full o' things I need in limbo next to the register.
Well, it turns out that my card was flagged for fraud because I stopped at a gas station I've never stopped at before (well duh, I just moved) and then went to Target. Which according to law enforcement Hubba-hubba is a typical pattern of GTA suspects.
So the whole thing was fixed while I wrestled information out of a chick with a very twangy Texas acccent. She was very unwilling to tell me what had tripped the fruad thing, and when I got home I found an email sent to me from B of A alerting me that my card was being suspended.
FAT LOT OF GOOD that did me, as I was already out.
So, the moral of my story is don't go to the gas station and fill up and then go to a big box store or they will think you are a thief. The end.
Comments
My bank had the courtesy to call me before they suspended it though. Which is why I don't have BOA (BIG OLD ASSHOLES)
lOVE YA!
Hi Gina!
I really wish it would show up "Fraud" or something so that they could just ask for ID. It is so sucky!