I find myself sitting in the waiting area off the MRI place this morning, happily full of coffee, cookies and peanut butter crackers. DH is getting a scan of his wrist as the doc now suspects a fractured scaphoid. So why am I grumbling?
Because yesterday, as I was happily looking through Half Price Books, my phone rang. It was my bank, informing me my bank card had been hacked (again! ). Crap. I hate this. This time it was fraudulent charges to some website in Italy, to the tune of over $400. Fortunately, the bank denied the charge, but now I am stuck carrying cash or writing checks.
I try hard to be careful in using my card in public or online. I use Paypal when I am able, as it adds another layer of security. But you cannot use Paypal everywhere.
It is so annoying. I am not liable for the fraudulent charges, merely inconvenienced. But I am still pissed.
So if you hear me grumble at you, now you know why, and that it really isn't you I am grumbling about.