From the Editor's keyboard By Lynda Duffy firstname.lastname@example.org Musings, thoughts and ideas from Lynda Duffy, editor of Williams/Grand Canyon News.
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
I went on a shopping spree in Las Vegas while I was physically working in Williams
Lynda Duffy Former Editor
We've all seen the commercials; a man's lips moving while the voice of a woman talks about a shopping spree, trip to the spa, etc. The man in the commercial is the victim of theft. Someone stole his credit card number and had a ton of fun at his expense.
This experience hit home recently. We received a credit card bill on a card we seldom use. We were billed for thousands of dollars from purchases made earlier in the month in Las Vegas. Problem is, we weren't in Vegas this month and we have none of the merchandise in our possession. Fortunately, we will not be held financially responsible for someone else's adventure. Our credit union rocks.
I have to admit I actually had fun reviewing the charges. I was curious how someone spent my money while I was at work in another state. So here it is. Here is how someone else used my credit card.
All purchases were made in Las Vegas. Their first stop was Wal-Mart, where they spent $210. Macy's was the next stop at $696. Then it was on to True Religion ($324) and then Under Armour ($162).
Hunger pangs must have set in. This is when I found out there was more than one shopper on this great Vegas adventure. The group enjoyed a meal at In-N-Out Burger for $26.59. The next shop was Radio Shack ($216). Someone got thirsty and charged $2 at Coca Cola. Someone has a new purse after visiting Coach ($197). Everyone must have gotten tired from all that running around because the shopping spree ended at Target ($7.25). Realistically, that must have been where the card finally shut down.
We carefully guard our credit information, as have most folks who've heard our story. It does not matter how careful you are; thieves are slick these days. But, that does not make the icky feeling go away when you are the victim. And that is what really sucks.