Mike’s plane landed early today, so I was still on my way to the airport when he called my cell phone to say he was on the ground, through customs, and waiting at Terminal D. They had curb side pick-up available (even though we are on a high terrorist alert) so I picked him up there. I would like to state for the record that I hate Terminal D, and the traffic was simply insane. But I picked him up and all was well.
We stopped by my apartment so he could put his suitcase in his car, and then we decided to go get something to eat. Headed over to Black-Eyed Pea … Fried Pickles … yum. Had fun catching up on everything that was going on, he listened to me babble about work, and a good time was had by all.
After we ate I realized I needed to go over to Target to pick up an extension cord and check out what they had for a better lamp for my office. We made our way through the store, amused by things like all of the “Hello Kitty” items they now carry and things like that. Finally we headed for the check-out counter.
That is where it happened.
I opened my wallet, and discovered that my credit card was missing.
Considering I used it yesterday at Walgreens and at the car inspection place, I know I had it just over 24 hours earlier. And now it was gone, and my PayPal debit card was moved out of the slot it’s normally in and in to the slot by the coin purse.
I knew that there was only one way the cards got moved around like that. Jason. And my ATM/Check card is nowhere in sight.
I called my parents house, and he denied seeing it, touching it, or touching the computer at all today.
(Some of you may be new around here, so you may not know the history behind this. You might want to read that before you continue on…)
So I headed for home, and while I waited on hold for my bank representative to tell her my card was missing, I decided to check out the internet history. For today, not only was there teennudies.com, but this time we have creamypies.com too, and a few AVI files of porn on the desktop.
I’ve been sick, so I’ve been taking Tylenol Flu nighttime formula. Last night I was wired and awake really late, but I slept until about 7:30 or 7:45 this morning, when Jason came in to my room and said he was awake. I now know that he was obviously awake earlier than that and just moving quietly around the apartment, because I never heard any noise. Granted, the medicine may have had an influence on that, and I am a heavy sleeper most of the time anyways.
So I spent well over an hour on hold waiting for the bank to pick up – turned out that the storms out east had closed down three of their call centers, so they were down to just two that were fielding all of the calls. She apologized profusely, and handled the situation very well. My card has been frozen, and the last activity showing on it was Walgreens and the inspection place. No activity for today. I’m getting a new card with a new number, and I’ll pick it up at my local bank branch next week.
She ended the call with some motherly advice. She said that she would guess that’s he’s probably a really smart kid (which he is) and that I should enjoy him. These years will pass too quickly, and soon he will be all grown up. She said to enjoy him, and to enjoy life.
Good advice, but I still can’t believe that it didn’t sink in last time that I would find out. Sometime soon I’ll have to tell you all about the porn video – it was actually almost too hysterical for words.
Meanwhile, EJ has promised to hook me up with spyware, we’re setting up user profiles on all of my computers, and Mike will set up the wireless keyboard and mouse as soon as I buy batteries for them. Can’t do much on a machine with no keyboard or mouse now, can you? And when he’s logged in to the computer he won’t have internet access at all.
I love him dearly, and I know that curiousity is a natural thing. I just wish it didn’t involve all of this! Oh well, it will give me something to laugh about in the years ahead…