Dear Scumbag Slimeball (AKA Weenie Punk),
We don't yet know who you are, but we know what you did for several hours on Tuesday. First a shopping spree down at the Wal-Mart on the other side of Houston. The sympathetic side of me knows times are tough all over (in the words of the Clinton campaign, it's the economy, stupid) and briefly hoped you were buying essentials like baby formula, diapers and food.
You dashed those feeble hopes when you and your friends caught the early bird movie at an AMC theater later that morning.
And when you eventually finished up your day-o-freeloading (AKA STEALING) with another shopping spree at Target, I no longer naively believed you purchased life sustaining essentials because your food stamps ran out.
Who knows what you bought or what movie you and your friends watched with my husband's money. I doubt you feel even an inkling of guilt over your bad behavior, punk. Did the popcorn you paid for with a stolen credit card choke just a bit? I hope so.
The sad thing is, once my husband caught on to your thievery and notified the credit union (and the police) yesterday, you probably just pulled out another scammed card and went on your merry, thieving way.
Victimized and Violated in Houston