I’ve been dealing with bureaucratic bullshit half the day somebody somehow managed to snag not one, but two of my credit card numbers, before going on an oddly local shopping spree, a thousand dollars here, a thousand dollars there, at stores I’ve never even heard of. Whatever happened here, it’s not because someone a thousand miles away snagged the numbers off the internet somehow it’s someone in this neighborhood, who stole my mail, or surreptitiously copied my numbers during a legitimate transaction, or found them in my trash though the latter is extremely unlikely; I’m pretty cautious about things like this. But who knows? Strange and unsettling, at any rate.
(…they didn’t steal the cards themselves, I’ve still got both of them…)
(…editing, from Mister Never Satisfied…)