Well, yet another credit card has been compromised. As in the past, the credit card company has alerted me. I get the call, I look at the statement, I see outrageous charges to hotels and florists and lingerie shops.
I suppose those charges are to find out if I am the type of person who would turn a blind eye to infidelity. Or perhaps I would hire a detective instead of immediately disputing the charge.
This time I found my card is filled up with charges to the cable company I quit two and a half years ago, and charges to restaraunts I haven’t set foot in since 2022.
I suppose they’re again checking to see how closely I read my credit card statement. I don’t. That’s been Gary’s job since he retired. He says he looks at the statements, but if so he must have been perplexed by the strange one-off charges. Like the one for the Uber. Or the one where I rented a ski lodge for a month.
Oddly, the credit card company didn’t raise an alert for that one, but when they saw I bought ridiculously high-end sneakers in Los Angeles they got suspicious.
They weren’t suspicious about the restaurant charhes because all those restaurants are in the community where I grew up. It makes me think there’s an extra physical copy of my card out there. The replacement was supposed to have been delivered two days ago, and it isn’t here.
It all makes we want to request a new card number every month. I wonder if there’s a way to do that.