Tonight's one of my rare Girls Night Out events. Once every other month or so, I try to get together with two of my best friends from college. Lately we've tried really hard to actually do it, and not let it get pushed aside, which is what used to happen a lot.
Even though we usually just go out to dinner and talk, I find these evenings incredibly restorative. There's something about spending time with people who have known you for 30 years that's so freeing - after all, these people already know all your embarassing secrets. I'm really looking forward to it.
As I was thinking about the subject of friends, I realized that I'm lucky to have quite a few of them. They're all unique, and my relationship with each of them is different, but each plays an important part in my life and would leave a terrible chasm if they were gone. I've been especially blessed to find some new friends out here in the Blogosphere. I treasure my friends, and I don't think I tell them that often enough.
Which brings me to the story that I want to tell you. My friend Jocelyn recently said to me, "why don't you talk about me on your blog?" I explained to her that I usually only talk about people when they participate in or achieve an noteworthy event, so if she were to do something interesting, I would talk about her. (It's okay to talk to her like this - she likes my sarcasm. No, really, she does.)
I've known Jocelyn for over 10 years. We met when my family did a dogsledding demonstration for some high school age girl scouts. Jocelyn was around 16 at the time, and she fell in love with dogsledding. She volunteered to help us train the dogs, and soon became the best helper we'd ever had. Quickly she morphed into one of the family. She not only helped with the dogs, she helped me hundreds of times with other things - picking up the kids after school, or dropping them at their soccer practice, rescuing me when my car broke down. I've known her through a bunch of big changes in her life - high school, college, big-time scientific job, buying a house (only a mile away from me- YAY!) and now, planning a move (10 miles away from me - BOO!). Jocelyn even lets me bake stuff over at her house when my oven's broken. I'm old enough to be her mother, and she can cause me to have one of those 'lump-in-the-throat, my-little-girl-is-all-grown-up-now' moments. She's one of my favorite people, and even though I don't see her as much as I used to, I love her madly.
Anyway, we were talking on the phone yesterday, and she told me something that really made me laugh, and is totally blog-worthy. Evidently someone hacked her debit card number and used it to purchase some stuff. Now, I've heard of people having their stolen credit cards used for overseas phone calls, massive electronics or phone-sex calls, but not this time. Jocelyn's thief used her card to buy flowers (a big bunch, evidently for $180) and join a Christian Singles dating site.
Okay, am I the only one that finds it HYSTERICAL that somebody used a stolen credit card to join a dating site for CHRISTIANS???? Hell, party of one!
Jocelyn told me on the phone that when she called the companies to ask that the charges be removed, one of them mentioned the email address of the person who purchased the items. Unfortunately, she didn't write it down, but oh, the possibilities if she had. Jocelyn and I brainstormed some fun ideas of how we could torture the perpetrator. My favorite ideas involved signing up for fake email addresses and bombarding her with spam.
From: GOD1111@ yahoo.com
Subject: You're a sinner
What do you think you're doing, using stolen money to participate in Christian dating? If you should ever meet someone, you will turn to a pillar of salt.
From: SATAN666@ hotmail.com
To: Miss Understood
Subject: Your reservation
Confirming your reservation for a premium room in the Hell Hotel. Lava flow views and 24 hour access to burning and wailing.
Couldn't we have some fun with this? I know I have some pretty creative readers, so let me know what you think.
Don't forget, keep track of your credit and debit cards, and I hope you all have a Jocelyn in your life.!
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