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I got a call yesterday morning from the fraud department at a bank I have a credit card from. They started by asking about "a restaurant in Quebec," and I said that yes, that would be Kashima, in Montreal, and that the amount sounded about right, given the currency conversion. At this point I wasn't worried; they've called me before about charges in Montreal, for things I had in fact bought.
Then, a hotel in North Carolina. "I haven't been to North Carolina since the 1970s" [1]. One in Phoenix. And a grocery store in California. I told them that the three US charges they had noted were fraudulent, and thanked them for their vigilance.
So, I have cut the card in half, and they will be sending me a new one, with a different credit card number, in about a week. Putting this here mostly for my own reference, in case it turns out to be relevant to anything.
[1] Thinking back, I think it was actually the 1960s, when my aunt was teaching at UNC Chapel Hill and I was small enough to be put on the back of one of her and my uncle's very large dogs as if it had been a pony. Either way, a very long time.
Then, a hotel in North Carolina. "I haven't been to North Carolina since the 1970s" [1]. One in Phoenix. And a grocery store in California. I told them that the three US charges they had noted were fraudulent, and thanked them for their vigilance.
So, I have cut the card in half, and they will be sending me a new one, with a different credit card number, in about a week. Putting this here mostly for my own reference, in case it turns out to be relevant to anything.
[1] Thinking back, I think it was actually the 1960s, when my aunt was teaching at UNC Chapel Hill and I was small enough to be put on the back of one of her and my uncle's very large dogs as if it had been a pony. Either way, a very long time.
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