“HONEY, YOUR BANK JUST texted me saying your debit card is locked!”
My husband said this as he walked into our home office carrying his cellphone, a look of concern on his face. He must have been concerned if he left his NFL game that was playing on the TV; I never see him on Sunday afternoons.
“Yeah, I got a couple of those texts, too, but just delete it,” I replied. He still looked worried. “Think about it — how did my bank get your telephone number? I put your name on my account for an emergency, but I don’t recall giving them your phone number. Does the message have a 725 area code number to tap?”
“Yes, it does,” he said.
“So did the ones I got,” I replied. “My bank is based in…