I recently received a phone call from my bank regarding suspicious activity on my card. This is the second time this year they have called me about a human (maybe an animal - unlikely though) in Finland trying to take some of my money, they probably want to buy some new shoes.
The lady on the phone hastily described to me the severity of the situation. We went through the usual security questions, and then she asked me if I was sure I wasn't in Finland last week, I replied that I was quite certain.
It didn't end there though, to make sure I wasn't being forgetful about my whereabouts she pushed further to find out where I had been. I thought for a minute, 'I think I may have been in London', an awkward pause followed, as if she expected me to suddenly remember that I had mistaken London for Helsinki, again. Still slightly sceptical that I may be in on the whole scam of trying to steal my own money, she relented and agreed to cancel the card and send me a new one. My money was saved, I did a fist pump, that was that.
My card must have been copied when I was in Finland in January. This was quite a long time ago now, so you may suspect a criminal mastermind was behind this. A crook patient enough to sit on those card details for 8 months, playing the long game before snatching all £40 that sit in my spacious account. I only used my card once on that trip, and it was in a tat shop manned by a seemingly lovely old lady (incidentally, it was one of the worst tat shops I have ever been to, featuring a 'I Love Brussels' T-shirt). While I was purchasing a bar of soap, she was copying the card and thinking of all those beautiful things she could buy with my money, what a bitch.
So if you are ever in Helsinki, don't go in the tat shop opposite Helsinki Cathedral. The lady in there may look lovely, but inside she has a heart of petty crime.
My card must have been copied when I was in Finland in January. This was quite a long time ago now, so you may suspect a criminal mastermind was behind this. A crook patient enough to sit on those card details for 8 months, playing the long game before snatching all £40 that sit in my spacious account. I only used my card once on that trip, and it was in a tat shop manned by a seemingly lovely old lady (incidentally, it was one of the worst tat shops I have ever been to, featuring a 'I Love Brussels' T-shirt). While I was purchasing a bar of soap, she was copying the card and thinking of all those beautiful things she could buy with my money, what a bitch.
So if you are ever in Helsinki, don't go in the tat shop opposite Helsinki Cathedral. The lady in there may look lovely, but inside she has a heart of petty crime.
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