Thursday, October 8, 2009

And thou art wedded to calamity.

That seems to be the theme of my family’s existence; if it wasn’t for bad luck, we wouldn’t have any. Crappy stuff just seems to happen to my kids and I all the time.
And I don’t mean things like fender benders and such either. I mean, we have those too, but I’m talking about stuff like my grandson getting 2nd degree burns when a spark from a fire pit set his clothes on fire. Or, how about my slipping on the ice behind my apartment last winter and destroying my knee. We’ve all have job layoffs at the worst possible time—not that there’s ever really a good time for that….

And then there’s the real estate agent who tried to sue my kids for breach of contract because their late father scribbled on a bar napkin that if he ever sold his house, this guy would be the agent.

Well, the latest is that my daughter has become the victim of identity theft. Without even taking the cards from her wallet, someone managed to get the information and go to a mall in South Jersey and max out all of her store cards [like Victoria’s Secret and J. Crew]. The detective she contacted in that area told her that thieves now have some sort of device that can scan all of the information off of your credit cards as they stand next to you in a crowd. They then go and create bogus cards and rack up thousands of dollars in fraudulent charges.
And you spend months—maybe years—getting your credit report cleared up. God, you have to hermetically seal yourself in titanium or something to be safe these days.

I wonder if the fact that we once owned a black cat has anything to do with it?

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