You don’t think it’ll happen to you until it happens to you – somehow some jerkass in Indiana used my credit card today to buy $450 worth of crap at a Wal-Mart. First: I’m not really sure how that works, since my credit card was in my wallet all day long and I’m pretty sure Wal-Mart doesn’t have an online store. That would be too funny. Second: people never really say nice things about their bank, especially these days, so here’s a shout-out to Wells Fargo fraud protection for getting to the bottom of it before I even knew it had happened. Third: I don’t know which disgusts me more, the crime perpetrated or the fact that it happened at Wal-Mart. Uh, gross. Fourth: c’mon guy, Wal-Mart? Really? I mean, you have someone’s credit card info – and you’re going to go to Wal-Mart? If it were me – not that I’d do something like that obviously, but if I were so inclined – I’d go buy, I dunno, a car or something. Some bling. A first-class airline ticket to Paris. A dinner at the most expensive restaurant I could find (not holding out for much in Indiana though). Something awesome. Am I right?

The funny thing is the whole thing was cleared up in a matter of minutes. The girl was pretty plain about it: since you used your card in Minnesota yesterday, and used it there today, and you always use it there, you probably weren’t in Indiana. Solved. As easy as it was for someone to buy stuff with my credit card number, it was even easier to fix. What a weird world it is.

EDIT: Wal-Mart does have an online store. Just in case you’re too lazy to actually go to Wal-Mart. Oh my.