I was in line at a Red Box DVD/Blu-ray machine yesterday. The skanky looking young woman in front of me was selecting movies. The machine told her she had selected the maximum number of discs allowed to be rented at one time.
She then pulled a credit card out of her wallet. After she swiped it, the machine asked her to enter the Zip Code for the billing address for the card. She hesitated and looked around nervously. Then she turned and asked me what the Zip Code was for where we were. (Side note: I happen to live in an area where the boundaries of three Zip Codes meet.) I told her the machine wanted the Zip Code for the card, not the machine's location. She then asked me what my Zip Code was. I gave her my “are you kidding me?” look and asked her why she did not know her own Zip Code.
She replied a little hesitantly that she had forgotten it. I told her to look at her driver’s license that I could see in her wallet. She then got a REALLY freaked out look on her face and walked away quickly.
I can only hope the card’s real owner already had reported it as stolen.
She then pulled a credit card out of her wallet. After she swiped it, the machine asked her to enter the Zip Code for the billing address for the card. She hesitated and looked around nervously. Then she turned and asked me what the Zip Code was for where we were. (Side note: I happen to live in an area where the boundaries of three Zip Codes meet.) I told her the machine wanted the Zip Code for the card, not the machine's location. She then asked me what my Zip Code was. I gave her my “are you kidding me?” look and asked her why she did not know her own Zip Code.
She replied a little hesitantly that she had forgotten it. I told her to look at her driver’s license that I could see in her wallet. She then got a REALLY freaked out look on her face and walked away quickly.
I can only hope the card’s real owner already had reported it as stolen.
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