I should be grateful, really. Sure, they opened my purse, removed my wallet, extracted my credit card, and used it to run up at least $1600 of charges (that we know of thus far), but let’s be reasonable; at least they didn’t take my driver’s license (though I’m not sure what they would have done with it), or my dead grandfather’s lifetime membership card to the Chicago Cubs fan club, or my dead grandmother’s Social Security card (I keep those two things in my wallet because I’m not sure where else to put them, and of course I want to keep them) (duh), or the picture of my deceased great-uncle whose name I bear (my middle name, in a feminized version), or my expired 15% off coupon to The Children’s Place, or my Costco membership card, or my various ID cards that allow me access to the facilities of various universities (though I doubt they still work), or — and surely you’ll recall the importance of this – my County Parks Pass (phew). Also, since I’m an incredibly, um, trusting (or something) individual, I happen to carry around in my wallet — um — heheh — my own Social Security card (yes, I’m aware that that’s stupid, but quite frankly I really don’t know where else to keep it), and the thief left that in there as well. Though I’m aware that they could have removed it, written down the number, put the card back, and then used the number to, I don’t know, buy a few BMWs or something, so we’re going to do our best to find out if that happened, though my instinct is that they didn’t do that, but hey, what are instincts in this sort of situation.
So as thieves go, this was really an outstanding one, the kind you’d want to have digging around in your personal belongings, the kind a person should feel proud to bring home to introduce to their parents. If you’re ever in the market to unload a credit card, I highly recommend you accidentally leave your purse in the auditorium at your kids’ school when you’re there for the Purim play, and then have your sister stop at the school on her way home from work and pick up the purse from the security desk where the maintenance people brought it after they cleaned up, and you might just get lucky. They didn’t even take my Macy’s card, or my spare change (there was no cash, since I’d used the two bucks I’d had on me to buy coffee on the way in). I’m telling you, this is one we want to encourage.
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aaaugh! Oh, no.
Someone faked the Man’s name and used it (and other public info) to sign us up for a bunch of completely ridiculous phone company services. I’ve spent a month making calls…this sort of thing is infuriating.
Hope it clears up soon. Is the credit card company being helpful?
Nice blog you have here.
Just to let you know, we also encountered a so called honest thief. My wife and I continue to “laugh” about it.
We went on a pilot trip to Israel because we would like to move there this summer. Our last stop before coming back to the U.S. was to the kotel of course. It was horrible rainy weather (rain of course being good in Israel so I feel bad referring to rain as horrible weather).
We parked our car by the side of the Kotel and ran all the way down to the Wall. Well, when we came back 2 hours later, we found that an “honest” thief had smashed the rental car window and gone through everything in all of our bags and put everything all over the floor of our car. But the thief was so kind, he didn’t take anything but money (which was a nice chunk of change). So we were able to drive to the Ben Gurion 1 hour away, with the wind blowing hard in our face and making us freezing, and take a flight because the honest thief didn’t take our passports. Otherwise, we would have been stuck in the country for several days and surely missed our flight.