Several weeks ago the Wells Fargo fraud prevention line called us. A delightful waste of shared oxygen had somehow obtained my credit card number and gone on a spending spree.
The perp had gone on a $43 spending spree at El Pollo Loco in Hemet, Calif. (Yeah…that wouldn’t have been my first choice for thievery either.)
We called the bank to begin the arduous process of sorting out the stolen pieces, immediately offering to obtain a police report. (Because SOMEONE STOLE MY STUFF.) Continue reading