So yesterday I tried to buy a small amount of groceries with my debit card but the sale was declined. Strange. I checked the balance on my account and knowing that my wages had gone in but my rent hadn't gone out I expected to have £700 or so. I had -£300. So I phoned my bank and asked them to read me out the latest transactions on my account. Apparently £1,490 was spent in Harrogate on something I'd never heard of. Not £14.90, I reiterate, but One Thousand Four Hundred and Ninety Pounds. Ouch!
And apparently the day before, someone had tried to pay for a car spray paint job with my account details, to the tune of £2,400, in Doune of all places, which is a wee village in the Trossachs.
And since my debit card wasn't stolen, and since I haven't bought anything over the phone recently, I assume my details have been purloined from the internet. Charming.
3 comments:
ouch! not nice, i assume the bank covers it all? they are good like that. Xxx
Hey, I can comment now! Thanks for changing how your comments work. Um, now do I have anything to say? I guess not!
Yes, Vajradarshini, my bank has been good about it. When I discovered what was going on I just had to laugh, one of those "samsara sucks" moments. But I did get cross while being passed around by various telephone helplines, help being an ironic term....
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