No, today’s subject isn’t actually “someone stole money from me.” It is actually “An Old Person Doing Kung-Fu”, but that parade got rained on when I got a call that said one of my bank accounts was compromised. I popped online to check my balance, and sure enough: $500.00 was withdrawn from a bank in Providence that I’ve never been to. Actually, $503.50, but who’s counting?
So, I talked to the lady from the bank who instructed me to go to the Police Department to fill out a police report and then bring a copy of the report to any of my bank’s branches. So, I went to the local police, who promptly told me that since the money was withdrawn in Providence, I’d have to go to Providence and file my report.
I stifled the urge to be indignant and say that all of this “your jurisdiction, my jurisdiction” crap was a big part of why the Zodiac killer case was never solved and walked out the door. I had about an hour and a half before work by this time, and there was an important meeting for me to attend so I couldn’t be late or call in. I decided to chance it, and off we went (Sarah was driving) to Providence.
I filed my report and found that between Sarah and I, we had 25 cents in physical money. The police report costs 25 cents per page, and the report was 2 pages long. So, we went to the police ATM and took out the twenty dollars and away we went. Sarah received change in all ones. I told her that she could make it rain if she wanted to.
Next stop was the branch of my bank most local to me, and believe it or not, that is what took the longest. I had three different papers to sign and a letter to write saying that I didn’t take out this money.
Long and short, I got to work pretty much just on time, and was able to draw this on break:
So, today’s drawing is only half done, but at least I got something done besides worrying about the money that was stolen from me.