We got a call today from the bank that sponsors our credit card, that plastic wonder that makes spending money so easy. Turns out someone tried to rip us off. One $5,100+ charge for industrial supplies and another $500+ for something I was too dazed to remember. Thankfully we pay a little bit each month for fraud insurance, so every time something suspicious on our account occurs, we get a call. All we have to do is deny authorization and—well, it actually is a royal pain in the patootie. We have to cut up our cards and live without them for two days.
It is the strangest feeling to not have a credit card. To accomplish the little bit of shopping we needed to do tonight we had to fill our pockets with currency. How odd to tell the gas station attendant we wanted $20 worth and hand him one of these! He put it in his pocket! To not have to keep the receipt (paper trail) at Panda Express because we paid with cash…very strange. Ah, but at Costco we could use our Costco card to charge our purchases. That was more like it.