I was sitting here at home today on my only day off this week, minding my own business, when my home phone rang. I get most of my calls on my cell phone so the home phone usually means a sales call. For some reason, I picked it up. I could tell right away that it wasn't a telemarketer because he answered right away when I said, "Hello," and because it didn't sound like there was a party going on in the background. The guy used my name, and said he was from some Motorcycle store. He wanted to talk to me about the order I placed online an hour before for $1400 motorcycle tires. I told him I didn't order any motorcycle tires. He had my full name, my home phone number, and my address. He said it was clearly a fraudulent charge and said he'd call the bank and hung up. The phone took about 30 seconds. I was so stunned I didn't realize until after I hung up that I should have gotten more information from him.

I checked online, and sure enough, there was a pending charge of $1400 to said motorcycle shop. I called the bank immediately, told them what happened, and they stopped that card (the debit card that comes right out of my checking account) and said they'd mail me a new card. The phone number for the online store was on my bank account for the charge, so I called them back to make sure we were on the same page. I got a woman who verified they had canceled the order. The reason they had called in the first place was that the ship to address didn't match the bill to address. Out of curiosity, I asked where it was supposed to ship and they gave me the name and address - about 5 minutes away in Monrovia.

I called the Pasadena police and they stopped by with a Financial Crime Report for me to fill out. About an hour later, my phone rang again. This time, it was Macy's wanting to verify an order. I told them to cancel it. This time, they wouldn't give me the shipping info. Nice to see Macy's is happy to protect the people causing the problem.

I haven't forgotten it's Wednesday. I believe I've mentioned before that Wally doesn't like the barrier a door creates. It's not necessarily that he wants to go through the door, he just doesn't want it to impede him should he decide he does want to go through it. Therefore, whenever I've opened a door that isn't usually opened, he can often be found straddling the threshold. Here is is from work the other night.


The song of the day is "Who Are You?" by The Who off their 1978 album of the same name. I've never been a huge Who fan, but there are a few of their songs I really like, and this is one of them. This video involves another Who song, which is totally off topic, but it does give absolute proof of why David Caruso is a complete cheeseball.