I love dealing with small-town banks. The staff knows you and they know your spending habits, so when something seems a little off, they call you up and ask what’s going on. Quite frankly, it’s easier to hide “unauthorized spending” from your spouse than from Cindy Lou at your local credit union. HE may never know. SHE is going to be calling and wanting some damn answers.
So one day our account gets hacked (Sigh…get a REAL JOB, people!), but to be sure, Cindy Lou calls Kenny at work and mentions some “unusual and substantial charges” to our account, all happening on the same day.
“Did Vikki go to Sephora?” she asks him. “I have no idea,” he replies, “What’s a Se-For-Uh?” “It’s a cosmetics store. The charge was for $600.” “$600?? Maybe. It’s possible, I guess. I’ll call her and find out.”
“How about Zappos? They sell shoes. The charge is for $950.” “WHAT?? Holy crap. Yeah, I’m definitely calling her!”
“Okay. But then there’s a $60 registration fee for eHarmony. It’s a online matchmaking service.” Uh oh.
Kenny slams the phone down on poor, now-deaf Cindy Lou, and immediately calls me at work, all hysterical. “Honey, are you DATING?!??”
Yeah, sweetie. They found me somebody who likes my cooking…