Day by Day by Chris Muir



Monday, April 7, 2008

3,000 miles from home

This week finds me in sunny (yeah, it's true) Seattle. I'm attending a conference along with several colleagues from my organization.
It was all going pretty well until I stepped across the street to use an ATM. I needed some extra cash because the taxis and shuttles in this otherwise modern city "know not of this 'plastic' you speak of." Anyway, I pop in my card, punch in the PIN and out spits a receipt telling me the card has been confiscated. It would appear my card # has been hacked/stolen. But I can't find out until tomorrow since the bank back in Pennsylvania is closed for the night. I have a backup credit card so it's not the end of the world, just a huge hassle in the midst of a busy road trip.

1 comment:

Still Stacy said...

That sucks to happen at any time, but more so when you're out traveling like that. Ugh. We've had a CC# stolen and used. It all turned out well though.