Not To Be Let Out On Her Own...

I should be, I must be, supervised at all times...

This evening I was looking at a bank statement when I spied a recent transaction I didn't recognise.  There was the name of the shop and city. The shop I recognised as a clothes shop. But I don't do girly shopping and don't go to shop in that city.

So within minutes I was on the phone in a panic and thanks to my active imagination by the time the awful hold music was on loop 2 I had figured out that some hideous wee skank had cloned my card and gone shopping to a place where one of my thighs can't fit into their dresses, just to rub salt in the wound. In fact, there were two shifty looking girls when I was paying in the supermarket the other day...

So half an hour later and after a very helpful call centre lady started an investigation I recounted the tale of the evil chavettes fleecing my card at well known clothes shop to Mum . Surely a case for Crimewatch?

"That's also the name of our dental surgery" she said. "And you paid for my check up last week. And for all the surgery is in the next door town it comes up as the next door city."

Cue new phonecall to call centre and a very pleasant woman who helped rectify the situation, well once she finished laughing.

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[Stegbeetle]

Oops! Better embarrassed than ripped off, though.