| In the dark old days before Apple Pay, where it was common in America to hand your credit/debit card to some rando at a restaurant and have them disappear with it for a few minutes, about once a year my bank would call me to ask if I'd been using my card in some far-off locale: "Hi! Are you in Tijuana?" "Not since 1993. Why? What's up?" "So you didn't just try to buy gasoline at a PEMEX there?" "Nope, I'm in San Francisco as speak." "OK, thanks! We'll get a new card out in the mail to you." That's a pretty low bar for identity theft, but I think it's defensible. |
Anecdotes are worthless.