My day started with a call from a “private” number . . .
I almost ignored the call, as I'd just dropped off the kids and hurrying to get ready for work. "Is this K-eye-rah?" asked a deep, male voice. Accustomed to the name-slaughter, telephone soliciter, I almost hung up but answered warily, "Yah." "I'm with Huntington Bank and I'm calling to check a charge billed to your debit card. Can you give me your last four digits of your Social Security number to verify your identity?" Really? Didn't he just call me? I'm a smart alec, so I said: "How do I know you're really Huntington Bank?" He wasn't amused, so I told him my numbers and he told me The Bank is worried about a charge of $7 for Hearst Magazines, a charge made last night. Hmm. I tell him, I love magazines, but I didn't subscribe to any in the middle of the night last [...]