Mrs. Anderson had her identity stolen this afternoon. She laid her wallet down, turned away, and when she turned back it was...gone.
Carroll didn't realize that it had been stolen until she was about to head home from work hours later.
By the time she got home, four hours had elapsed and I figured that our bank accounts had been looted and all of the credit cards had been maxed out. Had that been the case, the card carriers would have refunded the losses, of course. But we'd have to eat out of the cupboards and fridge leftovers for the next few days.
WRONG! Carroll made the necessary calls to the banks and the gas companies and...no charges were made beyond what we had done during regular business.
What kind of idiot steals a wallet chock full of free money, with $5 or less in cash, and doesn't sell off the plastic just as quickly as they can? Why didn't the schmuck who stole the wallet try to buy a Ferrari?
I'm almost insulted. The biggest pain in the ass we face is for Herself to get a new SSAN and Missouri drivers license, and she'll be able to handle that tomorrow morning.
UPDATE: Mrs. Anderson found her wallet. It had fallen into her umbrella. I still have to stay here to meet the deliveries of her new cards, and sign for them. I have nothing further to say on this issue.