I think I figured out who it was that got a hold of my debit card number.
A few weeks ago, when Ben & I went to see the TPIR taping, we went with Travis over to Johnny Rockets for something to eat after the show. The waiter who served us did not do a particularly good job of it; midway through our meal he told us that we’d have to pay early because he was leaving for the night. (Of course, he had enough time after the shift to make himself a milkshake, I noticed). Given the snobby tone of voice he gave us when telling us this bit of information, it was agreed between the three of us that he wasn’t going to get a tip. We all paid with our debit cards, and we all left the tip line blank.
Given the fact that:
A) all a person would have to know in order to use my debit card online is the card number and the 3-digit security number on the back; and
B) it’s the only time in the past six months I can remember giving my card to someone long enough for him to actually check out my card number,
I think we have our suspect.