Hacking is something that happens to other
people. We read about breaches involving
millions of people at this company or that.
And China, for example, has eight-hundred-million people on line, so what
does it matter? Bank of America reached
out to me, to my U.S. number and via email.
And when I called them they notified me that a merchant, they wouldn’t
say who, from whom I’d bought something over the summer, had been hacked. Bank card information had been
compromised. They believed mine had been effected.
This would mean
that they would suspend service on my existing bank card, (my one and only
source of cash) and they would be sending me a new one. Would the U.S. address on file, be O.K.? No.
I’ll be needing you to send it over here to China, thank you, very
much. And there is, they informed me a
suspicious charge on your account. Did
you recently purchase anything with Ticket Master? No.
I confirmed. I had not.
Later after the
call, I went on line and had a look at my statement. Sure enough, someone had purchased four
Taylor Swift tickets from Ticket Master, at around one-hundred dollars
each. My first thought was that it ought
to be fairly easy to identify that particular hacker: Have the cops go to section C, row thirteen,
seats five, six, seven and eight. That
dad there, with the baseball cap, with his three daughters, that’s your
man. He purchased these tickets with my
money!
Ahh, but hackers
with hoodies are no doubt slicker than that if they can facilitate a breech of
millions at a major retailer. (Had it been Target? Starbucks?
Maybe they hacked Metro North?) Someone probably sold the credentials to
someone else, who then bought tickets in small batches and provided them to yet
again another person who there at the show or somewhere in the fabled dark web
sold them off. Still, I’d like to
confront the people sitting there in the seats someone used my money to secure. But then I would leave quickly, as I wouldn't care to take in the show.
Tuesday 8/21/18
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