On Wednesday, when the temps got above freezing, we decided that we really needed to buy some food. When we were finished at the store, I swiped my debit card, and it was declined. Really? I only had about forty dollars worth. The checker tried it again; declined again. Hub tried his, and it was declined. I felt something akin to panic and the checker advised us to talk to the bank, ASAP. In just a few minutes, the bank informed us they had put a hold on our account, because someone was trying to get funds that they had not worked for. A big shout out to Bank Independent for paying attention. I have a couple of hints for the hacker: 1. Men who have lived in North Alabama all their lives do not speak with a heavy Middle-Eastern accent. The person at the bank knew immediately that you were an impersonator, and although you were able to access all of our security questions, you were not able to answer questions about the...
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