Sweet boiling buckets of fuck, I'm pissed off.
Somehow, my National City debit card was used at a place in Indianapolis called the Steel Pony Saloon on July 25th. I had a little over ten bucks in the account, since I no longer use it actively, and the two charges put me into the negative, which resulted in overdraft fees, of course.
Now, the problem I have with this is the fact that I live in FUCKING ARIZONA, and on July 25th I was at work for most of the day, with my National City debit card in my wallet. And of course, I can't call and do anything about it right now because the goddamned identity theft hotline is only open on weekdays.
Mother. Fucker.
Somehow, my National City debit card was used at a place in Indianapolis called the Steel Pony Saloon on July 25th. I had a little over ten bucks in the account, since I no longer use it actively, and the two charges put me into the negative, which resulted in overdraft fees, of course.
Now, the problem I have with this is the fact that I live in FUCKING ARIZONA, and on July 25th I was at work for most of the day, with my National City debit card in my wallet. And of course, I can't call and do anything about it right now because the goddamned identity theft hotline is only open on weekdays.
Mother. Fucker.