Dear person who stole my debit card number and used it to buy a subscription to an online dating site that shall remain nameless....
If the charge would have been for food, or an electric bill, or medicine for you or a sick child, I'm one of those idiots that would have happily given you the last eighteen cents in my account if I thought it would help you.
But a dating site?
I get it....truly....I do. Being alone can seem like a very bad proposition, and I suppose that you figured that companionship would fix whatever ails you. But do you really want to find your Prince or Princess Charming with a stolen credit card?
Phooey on you. My morning will be spent at the bank ordering a new card, and then on the phone with all of the places that I had that old card on file to make buying things like prescriptions and car insurance and Stewey insurance that much easier.
Can a spinster just get a break, please?
Methinks I am not meant to be in the world writ large, and that life would get a lot better if I just took my little dog and a diet Coke and headed to the studio.
So how was your weekend?