Stolen

It was a nice morning so far in the AC Shack.  I blew the wad on Amazon.  Hubby worked on bills.  Fair work load there.  I came across a letter in the pile of mail that has been neglected.  It was from a hotel chain that I love because they have free beer and cheese for me when I check in.  It didn't look like a dufus credit card offer so I decided to open it.

Dear AC,

Some pimple faced prick hacked our fucking system and they got your credit card info and name.  Here's a year of credit monitoring.  Happy Fucking Holidays.

Your truly,

Your Favorite Hotel

Fuck me.  

Here's the amusing part.  I stayed there a fair amount back in July.  I stayed there one night during the most stressful time I've ever had in the working world.  I treated myself to a nice steak dinner via room service.  That steak dinner ended up giving me food poisoning.  I thought dying was a good option after that night.  

So Hotel Chain not only damn near killed me, they now have given away my credit info.  I wish Holiday Inn would have beer and cheese waiting in my room.  Then this would all be over with and I'd never stay there again.