So I am awoken this morning at 6:30am with a phone call.
The caller identifies themselves as a police officer.
Trying to contain my panic, I let them continue...
A charge card in my name was recovered from someone in Fountain Valley last night, and they were calling to see if I had given permission for this person to have the card. Negatory--the card in question has never ever seen my hands.
So I call the credit issuing company and query about said card... it was reported "lost or stolen" on the 31st, with a note that it was "delivered to us but not in our name"... so I confirmed the postal address and find out that my apartment number had not been put into the system. Stupid Fry's person probably skipped entering that number?
Oh well... no charges were put on the card, and the card is officially dead. They'll try sending another card to me next week. *sigh*
Welcome to the big city, right?
Current Mood: shocked