Admittedely puzzled

For the second time in my life, a credit card number of mine was stolen, and someone tried to make purchases with it.

The first time my credit card number was stolen, I could feasibly trace it back to a Vegas trip where the card machines “were down” at the car rental place, and someone took a carbon copy of my card number, and coincidentally, a spending spree occurred.  Although the fraud was discovered when the motherfucker tried to buy a Piss3 off of GameStop’s website, they still managed to get about $150 worth of hearing aid supplies.  Hearing aid supplies.  Of all the things someone would want with a stolen credit card number, they go and buy some hearing aid supplies.  Still can’t figure that one out.

But anyway, the number that was recently hijacked, I have no idea to how it happened.  I’m generally paranoid about my credit card activity, to the point where I won’t do any sort of shopping while connected to unfamiliar networks.  Off the top of my head, I suspect when I used my credit card in a Mexican ATM, because clearly everything international is shady as fuck, or back in September when my card was never returned to me at the Pub during Dragon*Con, and I was without my card for about four days.  Either way, an attempt was made to use my credit card number, and here’s where I’m quite befuddled.

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