I’ve shocked The Viking.
I’ve even shocked myself.
It started with an email from Netflix. We have an automatic payment on our credit card once a month and I never have to think about it. Until yesterday when they informed me that my credit card information was out of date and our monthly payment failed. I thought, “Really? That’s odd. Maybe I didn’t update the payment method when we got the new card.”
My brain immediately began searching for references, found many of them in different folders and files, initiated a Defrag in a vain attempt make one complete memory, the system crashed and I sat looking at the email…..
Tiny little synopsis began to fire with random thoughts….
Year-End books. Sex. Christmas gifts. Something shiny. Julefrokost. Gilligan’s Island. Garbage Pick-up. Mortgage and Truck payments. I’m hungry. Blog post. Recharge phone. Shopping. Probiotics. New season of Grace and Frankie. Gas and electric bill. Why am I smelling burnt toast?
Suddenly, in a dazzling display of spontaneous rebooting, a complete thought emerged.
DO IT NOW SO YOU DON’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT IT ANY MORE.
My finger hit the email button and I entered all the information required and updated it.
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What the fuck did I just do?! Did I just follow an email and plug in our credit card information?
Fuck
I called Netflix. “Did you send me an email that my payment failed?” No, they didn’t.
Double fuck!
I called our Credit Card Provider. “I just compromised my credit card by giving information to a fake Netflix email. I’m Menopausal so don’t call me stupid.”
The Viking was totally supportive. “What the fuck were you thinking?!”
Me:
