It was while I was working at the Children's Discovery Museum that I first got my credit card number stolen online. I was trying to buy this CD (which means that it was the year 2000), and somewhere out there in the world, greedy little eyes were following my progress. The transaction never went through, and it wasn't until much later that I found a copy of the CD used at Amoeba Records. It's funny how many of my memories are somehow tied to music.
The thief managed to buy an airplane ticket with my card number. Such audacity. I've had my card information stolen online only one other time since then. Given that I have a powerful tendency to treat the internet as a 24 hour record store, that's not too bad.
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