I was having a good time at a bar, laughing with friends, enjoying my drink, when a horrible feeling entered the pit of my stomach. Where's my purse?! I remember I left it on a chair in the corner of the bar, close to where my friend was DJ-ing, but not close enough for him to easily keep an eye on it. I ran over to the chair, and it was gone. Disappeared. Inside my purse was everything-- my driver's license, my credit and debit cards, even my cellphone. Anything a thief needed to take my Identity and run with it was contained in that little bag. The next day was filled with frantic phone calls to the police, to the credit bureaus, and to the banks. Not fun.
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