So, I got sushi take out the other night. The next day, I see a charge to my checking account that I totally do not recognize (and, I wasn't slamming saki with the sushi, so I know I didn't go online and order anything in a drunken daze). I googled the name of the company, and here is what I found. While I am certainly not one to shy away from sexual exploits, there isn't a snowball's chance in hell that I charged $30 for "services" from this company.
I called Chase bank, they are going to take off the charges and related fees, but I did have to cancel my debit card - which is annoying at best.
The ironic hilarity in this entire situation: I'M BROKE. I literally had $0.46 in my checking account when they made the charge and it still went through (thanks overdraft protection AKA $35 in Chase's pocket). Some dumbass from the sushi place really made a poor choice when they said, "Let's take this girls card info. Suzanne McCormick sounds like someone with money."
HAHAHAHA! Good one! I sound like I should have money because of my waspy name, but I don't. I am a teacher who spent $36,000 a year on college and I live in Manhattan. I am drowning in student loans and credit card debt. I have the cash and groceries I will need to get me through to pay day next Friday, I have an unlimited metro card, and my bills for the month are paid. I'm not married, have no investments, no current credit cards, and no money in savings.
You want my debit card or identity - GO AHEAD - it's all yours!
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