Dear Target Employee,
Why don’t you ask for I.D.? Why don’t you ask for a zip code to verify that the person purchasing $4,000 worth of stuff from your store is who their swiped card says they are? How do you sleep at night knowing that you let this particular customer continue on to your brethren stores making similarly enormous purchases on the same credit card? When you’re not thinking about your biology homework or grandkids (yes, I’m talking to YOU high schoolers and grandmas that are probably the only cashiers at Target) does it ever cross your mind that the person/people in front of you might be STEALING SOMEONE’S IDENTITY?!?! Or at the very least, their money—oh yes, a DEBIT/credit card. I imagine it went down like this-please correct me if I’m inaccurate:
“Debit or Credit?”
“Credit.”
“Okay just swipe there.”
(Swipe.)
“Thank you for coming to Target. Have a Nice Day.”
Which is how it went. THREE TIMES. And then the thieves went to Lowe’s. And they got gas. Several times. Oh Target Employee, why didn’t you stop them? Why didn’t you catch them? Why did you let them go? Why, why, WHY?
Frustratingly Yours,
Megan
Dear Thieving Hooligans,
Why? Why my Dad? Did you think “Hey, there’s a nice man with his fiancee and their two dogs whom they love so much that they take them to the beach to play. They love their dogs and they love each other. They look happy. Let’s go fuck with them.” Is this your San Diego County Crime Spree? Is this a NORMAL thing? How lazy are you to not have a REAL job and go after my family? How sick are you to steal from nice people? At the BEACH, for crying out loud. The sacred, sacred beach of Del Mar. You pieces of shit. I hate you for so many reasons, but mostly I’m sad. Sad for my dad, but moreso sad that people like you exist in this world. You suck and I can’t wait until your sorry asses get caught. Karma won’t let you down easy, pals. You may think you’re Bonnie & Clyde (I’m picturing an overweight version in various [Celebrity Name] for Target too-tight clothing-please correct me if I’m inaccurate) but you’re not. And you WILL pay. Somehow, some way, some day.
Disgustingly Yours,
Megan
Dear Readers,
By the time my Dad realized his cards were stolen (the next morning) the theives had charged over $15,000 all around San Diego (mostly Temecula and beyond—you probably live inland you sons of bitches). Most of this damage was done in just under 3 hours after they stole the cards. And this card was a DEBIT card, so the money is GONE. Just pulled from the account, GONE. It will hopefully be restored in about 30 days after claims are filed and so forth, but for now it’s GONE. There is a detective on the case but I have a sneaking suspicion that he’s not worthy of a show on NBC and that this case may never be solved (DUNN-DUNN). The sick thing is these people WATCHED my dad and his fiancee and chose to do it. Planned and attacked. And I am 3,000 miles away, helpless to grab a baseball bat and go hunt down these assholes. So everyone, please learn from this. Do NOT trust the world and leave your wallet in the car, even if you “hide” it in the console, under the seat, in the trunk, etc. They didn’t take the wallet, just two cards-sneaky-so always count your cards! Be on guard, be safe, and be prepared (that’s right, the Boy Scouts were right about something). Crime doesn’t only happen in the Big Apple. It lurks everywhere.
Helplessly Yours,
Megan
