I am a forger.
I used my husband’s credit card to buy kale and other healthy things. When the time came, instead of entering a pin, I had to sign.
I signed Emile’s left-handed scrawled signature with my right. No two signatures could look much more different, but fortunately, I already had the card back in my wallet. The teenaged cashier looked unconcerned, but I think that is the standard expression for people over 30. I felt like I had run a major con.
Next time I will try it on it something other than canned pumpkin.
March 21, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: Forgery and the thrill of the crime.
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