Saturday, May 31, 2014
The Ohios: Angst, on a shoestring.
Cookie is here to tell you that the past week has been no fun. No. Fun. At. All.
Well, that's only partially true.
The real scoop is that the husband and I piled all of suitcases into the Scarab (what Cookie's calls the Prius) and we set off for Ohios over Memorial Day. Why do I call it "the Ohios"? If you have even been to Ohio, then you know that it isn't a homogeneous state - its actually six states in one - and all four corners and central Ohio all have different outlooks and goals. A person from Shaker Heights and person from Cincinnati have very little in common, other than needing food, air and water. Toledo and Dayton only share the desire not be the fourth city of the state, but the gene pools don't match up. And Southeastern Ohio has more in common with Alabama than Youngstown.
And part way there, I was parched and tried to buy a Pepsi, because Joan Crawford would have wanted me to, and when I handed the lady my debit card she said "Sorry Hon, but this card has been declined and put on capture. I had enough pocket change for the Pepsi, and rushed out to the husband who informed me that his card was denied at the pump, too.
Since we can get to the Ohios on one tank in the Scarab, I immediately called the credit union and spoke with "Mary" and Mary said that my debit card had been blocked on my personal account for transactions at a supermarket and Target store in Bel Air, Maryland to the tune of $1,400 in one day. Thats a lot of Toasters and Cool Whip in any sense of the word. When I asked about my joint card, it too had been zapped.
The husband's personal account? Frozen, possible fraud.
"No, fucking way," said my husband.
Mary asked, since we were on speaker phone, "Did you have four transactions at a Wal-Mart in Dundalk, Maryland for..."
And before she could even utter the amounts the husband said "I never shop at Wal-Mart and I have never set foot in Dundalk."
For my part, I felt dirty. Dundalk? PLEASE!
So the next morning we trudged to the credit union and spent three hours filling out paperwork and swearing the truth on affidavits.
And they made us whole, ordered us new cards, and out we walked, still we felt like we do every time we pass a yield sign - violated.
The trip was a success and we've been enjoying a leisurely week. Still, we are creeped out. To know that someone tried to rip you off, and they went to Dundalk to do it? Ewwwww!