My Credit Card’s Trip to Spain
I had my identity stolen this week. More specifically, someone stole my credit card information.
I got a call early this morning from American Express, who had concerns about a run of recent red flag-raising charges they’d noticed on my card. They were right to make the call–the charges in question came from Madrid. I’ve never been to Europe, and the only true experience I’ve had in a Spanish-speaking country was a day trip to Tijuana. Like so many of my friends before me, I’d had my credit card information stolen, and that information was used to bankroll a day’s worth of fun for an unidentified, predatory, ghoul.
Full credit to AmEx: they noticed something squirrelly was going on long before I would have, contacted me within 24 hours of the first felonious charge, and wiped everything off my account while I was on the phone with them.
As for the list of charges racked up in my name, the criminal(s) went to two restaurants (Parrilla De Maria and Restaurante Cazorla), took a taxi, and made two trips to the pharmacy (both trips cost less than $10: condoms? gum? floss?).
I’m no criminal, but based on what I’ve seen and read about the restaurants they went to, I can’t help but feel that they could have done better. For instance, why not Casino De Madrid? Olsen Madrid? Seriously … ¿Qué pasa con eso?
The most shocking thing about my American Express card living the high life without my knowledge is finding out just how many other people had the same thing happen to them. Criminals are more sophisticated than ever. Just ask the dirtbag who was eating tapas on what could have been my dime.