Two years ago my credit card was stolen. My bank called me and asked if I was shopping at a Home Depot in Miami, Florida. I laughed and told them that a Home Depot would be the last place I would be if I were in Miami and they cancelled the card. The following month I got another phone call from my bank. They asked me if I had purchased $1,500 worth of porn recently. I politely said “no” and they cancelled my card.
After having two cards stolen I started to be OCD about checking every last transaction on my statement. The next month there was a mysterious charge for $18.00 titled “KK” on my statement from a few weeks before. I immediately called my bank and asked if they could provide more details. They said the charge was from a fast food establishment but that was all the detail they had.
Finally, I was furious. This would be the third time my card had been stolen in a year. I started yelling about how I don’t eat fast food (lie) and even if I did, that I could never spend 18 whole dollars there and how ridiculous and frustrating it is to have to get a new card yet again. It was when I hung up the phone that it occurred to me what KK stood for. Krispy Kreme. I forgot that I had bought two dozen doughnuts that week. It was my friend’s birthday who loved boston creme pie doughnuts so I was planning on getting her a few. When I got to the store, I decided to buy two dozen because….well, it just seemed like a smarter purchase at the time.
My pride almost got the best of me when I thought for a moment that I should just let the credit card company think it was fraud and see what would happen but then I realized going to jail for credit card fraud might also take a toll on my pride so I called back and apologized for my mistake……….and overreaction.
When I first moved to LA I was just a little unpaid intern so I decided to do film/tv background work on the side for some cash. Whenever heading to a filming location you just had to follow these yellow signs tied to street posts to figure out where exactly you needed to be. A friend and I were doing extra work for a show that we were both huge fans of. We got to the location and noticed there was only one yellow sign (normally there are like 10) but we still found it easily and went in. We shot all day and as we were leaving we had a sudden impulse to take the sign. Why? I don’t know.
It was fun to steal street signs when you were younger.. until you grew up and realized they were ugly and didn’t know what the hell you were supposed to do with a HUGE dirty sign. It’s not like you can just throw it away because you’d probably get arrested and while “No Dumping” was hilarious at the time, it just wasn’t so much anymore.
Anyway, despite my better judgement, we decided stealing this sign was a good idea. My friend was driving… the sign was on my side of the car…no one was around….so I jumped out, untied it, jumped back in the car, threw it in the back and we sped off. About 30 seconds after driving off we started to get stealers remorse. This was their only sign. It was a smaller, lower budget show so what if they needed this sign for future productions? What if the cast somehow saw us take it and then if we ever saw them again they would hate us? Did we really want to risk not being bff with the entire cast and crew for just one sign? And most importantly.. which one of us was going to take it? Like I said, there was only one sign. After a quick heated discussion, she slammed on the breaks, pulled a U-ey and headed back to the set. She pulled over, I got out and threw it on the ground next to the post that I’d pulled it from and we sped off even faster than before.
We’re still not friends with the cast of the show.. and I think it’s pretty clear why.