I went to a Dr.’s appointment early this morning. While in the waiting room I got a text from Suzy. It read, “Don’t use your credit card. I’ll explain when you get home.”
Well, after I explained to my doctor why my blood pressure was elevated, I learned what had happened. Suzy woke to several messages from our bank verifying that she had ordered over $500’s worth of Jamaican Ribs and Ox Tails. Suzy wasn’t certain about the ribs, but she was pretty sure I hadn’t ordered “Ox Tails.” She of course cancelled our credit cards.
Cancelling a credit card during the Christmas season is a delicate issue. How do I know whether the charge on Suzy’s card is fraudulent or did she really get me a new big screen TV? (She didn’t by the way.). I can’t quite remember what we got the grandkids. Is it possible I ordered twelve Nigerian soccer team jerseys? Then of course comes the monthly charges for utilities who convinced us how easy and protected it would be if we would only give them a credit card number rather than mail us a bill once a month. I think you get some idea what I’m doing this morning, not to mention all those friendly suggestions that while I’m at it I should change all my passwords. Sounds like a good idea if I knew what they were in the first place.
My morning on the computer and phone is a lesson in Christmas patience and a reminder that the man/woman/robot of the other end is probably having as bad a day as I am. If only I was nibbling on a few “ox tails.” I understand they go well with egg nog.