Hacked

So last night I just pulled up to Harris Teeter when I got a call from an 800 number. I don’t normally take these calls, but my spidey senses were tingling over this one. I answered. It was Wells Fargo’s fraud prevention unit.

I’ve been hacked. Some Canadian took my debit card for a joy ride and stung me for $24.20. Big spender. It was half my net worth.

I need to pause and thank God for whatever technology or procedures that Wells Fargo has to quickly ascertain fraudulent activity. Anyway, the young lady said she would have to shut down my card. Say what?  Ain’t nobody got time for that! I live and breathe by my debit card.

Anyway as I stood in line at Harris Teeter to purchase the few items with the rare cash I had in my pocket, I grew quickly annoyed. The old lady ahead of me was writing a check.

What year is it? I bet she has a VCR, too.

The cashier one lane over checked out 3 customers while I still waited on Grandma Checkwriter.

Then it occurred to me.

I bet she hasn’t been hacked.

Is this where the cliche, “live by the sword, die by the sword” is appropriate?

Or maybe Proverbs 20:29 is more apropos, “Young people take pride in their strength, but the gray hairs of wisdom are even more beautiful.” (CEV)

Upon checking in the mirror, I have more hair turning loose than turning gray.

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