Those Citi credit card commercials were entertaining. I use to get a laugh out of the one with the two old ladies speaking like hicks. Now, it’s not so funny.

Somewhere out there in Houston, TX, I’m walking around speaking like a divorced, wifebeater-wearing, child support-paying, deadbeat dad (carrying around a brand new $300 Sprint PCS phone, of course). It’s not like I don’t want to become that person one day, but right now, it’s just too soon!

It all started with this random charge on my credit card:

I cleared it up with the credit card company but decided to leave the account number open to see if any other charges would come up. Who knows, maybe I spent $300 in my sleep?

Some days later, these charges appeared:

It turned out to be a traffic ticket and overdue child support, according to the credit card person I spoke to on the phone. Did the University of Texas data theft incident have anything to do with this? Maybe. Either way, he (or she) is screwed! This may be the most easily traceable fraud case ever.

It is kind of ironic this was a Citi card…