I. Hate. Idiots.
And not your perennial, goof-ball, missing-more-than-half-a-deck idiots. Those kinds of idiots can be forgiven for their stupidity. I am talking about the kinds that are so full of themselves and think that they know so much more than you do that talking to them is nearly mote.
It all began today when the group of my friends that just so happen to be able to sync their schedules for a moment of lunch began to go off about the whole recent debit card hacking.
Two of us had gotten the letter in the mail telling us that our cards had been put into a list of possibly compromised cards – I was one of the two. One hadn’t been affected by this. The other had no idea about it – other than the bare facts. And it is those bare facts that she began to freak rant twik out about.
Trying to explain that it was not the banks but was a merchant that was hacked was so damn near impossible, that I almost threw something at her - and I don’t get that urge very often towards anybody or anything.
ARGH!
Apparently I was completely wrong, and she began to inform of the truth, saying that she knew all about it and that it was all of the banks fault for letting it happen. I guess being of the I think it is something like 40 million people now with a compromised card in United States didn’t give the right to know more than she did about this.
Anyways, I just vented all my anger and my momentum is gone until this woman says or does something else that is so incredibly stupid that it astounds me and makes me want to shake her or hit her upside the head.
Have a lovely day!
