“New expiration date,” Helaine said while looking at her grey and blue, jet plane festooned, VISA card.
We now expire in 2020. To the best of my knowledge we’ve NEVER had a card last all-the-way through. There’s always a problem, mostly fraud.
Helaine got a text from Chase last weekend. We avoided contact (the way you try and keep an airplane middle seat empty) until they finally stopped a purchase in a store. New cards came yesterday.
One of the stranger parts of this all-too-familiar ballet was convincing VISA I’m me!
Today we played the, “Addresses From my Past,” game. The agent read three addresses then asked which I’d lived at. She did it twice. One was the condo H and I bought in 1984. The other was my apartment in Buffalo. I moved there in 1980!
That’s one complete and scary dossier they’ve got on us. “Creepy,” said Helaine. Yes, it is.
Now comes the tedious job of changing numbers with merchants who keep my card number on file. I hate this part with a passion.
Isn’t there a way to keep this stuff safe? Is tighter security really more expensive than what’s happening today?