Yep, while I was recuperating from my bronchial attack, brought on from asthma, charges magically appeared on one of my credit cards.
Someone stayed at a hotel in China, enjoyed quite a few lovely meals, and ordered some housewares. And then requested a coffee in a Midwestern state.
Holy frosted flakes, batman! There was no airfare, nor breakfast on the bill!
Lovely light at the end of the tunnel: I haven’t used that card for almost a year, so I have both legs to stand on as I dispute these charges.
But oh, wow, what a mess! Definitely a writing prompt in here, and a good giggle down the road. WAAAAAY down the road.