In Part One of our soap opera, my idiot bank put three debits through my account that were not mine, for a total of nearly $500.00. Two weeks and a couple of dozen phone calls later(and a brief interval in which they screwed up my direct deposit and lost my paycheck), we have a conclusion at last:
Three damaged checks were presented for payment – so badly damaged that they couldn’t really read them. So my idiot bank just took a wild-ass guess as to who to charge them to. My real name is Brida – turns out the checks belong to a Brian with the same last name. So rather than fraud, we have a case of Three Stooges-level stupidity. And I still don’t have my money back – that will take “a couple of days.”
I have been deprived of my money, though my bank’s staggering and monumental idiocy, and now they KNOW THAT – and they still won’t give me my money.
But they did promise to write a letter of apology :o