This past Friday, while I was busy tending to people coming to the Babalu Blog booth at the Cuba Nostalgia Convention, some guy walked into one of my bank’s branches up in Hollywood, Florida. He had a check for $2200 and a deposit slip.
He went up to the teller, made some freindly chit chat, filled out the deposit slip and handed it to the teller. He was depositing the $2200 check and taking out $2000 in cash.
“Depositing” into my bank account. “Withdrawing” from my bank account.
He had a credit card with my name on it and a Florida drivers license with all of my information except with his picture on it.
That’s right. The goon stole my identity and then tried to cash in on it.
The teller realized there was something fishy as the signatures didnt match and when he told the guy to wait a moment, he bailed.
So, right now, some fucktard is walking around with a credit card under my name and using a license with my information on it.
Me cago en su madre. He better hope it’s the cops that catch him.