Some friends from Minnesota were recently in town to experience the fabulousness that is Dallas. We are at one of the boutiques in the gayborhood when I receive a call from my bank.
Bank: “Hello, were you shopping at a Walmart in Frisco, Texas, recently?”
Me: “Um…no.”
Bank: “…well your debit card was!”
Apparently someone got a hold of my debit card information, created a fake card, and went on a shopping spree at Walmart.
My bank kicked off a refund and issued a new card, but my checking account was locked for the rest of the weekend.
That totally cramped my style.