When I come home, one of the first things I do is look through my mail. A good day is one in which there are no bills on the desk. Today was not a good day. I got my credit card statement—one I was sure I’d paid off and lo and behold, there was a hefty bit of a balance charged to someplace odd. The company name was nonsensical. I was sure I was a victim of fraud and that some notorious identity thief had absconded with the sacred number and I would be fighting charges for years to come as he lounged on the beaches in Fiji, swilling martinis two at a time, juggling multiple bikini-clad women with expensive tastes on his arms, and imagined my money going up in smoke like the fine Havana cigars he chain-smoked on my dime. Immediately I called the company and after three transfers, I ended up with the people who dealt with potential fraud.
“Hey, I don’t think I made this charge and it makes no sense. I’m getting a little feeble-minded, and may have forgotten a charge, but this company name is so weird.” I asserted firmly.
After giving him the reference number, he gave a little chuckle and said, “You may want to give them a call before we start working on the paperwork to reverse the charge and flag your card with the credit bureau. This charge could be 60 days old.” He then gave me the number.
Sure in my belief that I’d been “robbed,” I called. After several rings, I heard: “Thank you for calling Good Vibrations…”
Ahhhhh...I smiled and slowly hung up, mystery solved
Funny, I don’t remember being absent-minded
Published on: Sep 22, 2006
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