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4 years ago
Trust me—I’ve done all the “appropriate reacting” offline, and am still working up to the overreacting on about a three-times-a-week basis. This is absolutely insane, and we’ll just say that it’s only regarding it as the discount price of my *sobriety* on several fronts that is making it seem slightly more tolerable.
Regarding protocol and reporting, I know better than to drink at a club but I sometimes break that with zero consequence before this night, and even with intent, I can’t get plowed this hard this fast. I’m kidding (I think) about being drugged, but the black-out drunk was way too quick, and I am not a cheap date in that regard. I have spent the last couple decades with my liver basically pickled, if I am honest.
Police report is a non-starter, as is fighting it with the credit card company. This is near a military town and I think they’ve learned to run charges against service members who are liable to be en route to deployment and less likely to be local to file a report, and perhaps not internet connected enough before the window expires to dispute a fraudulent charge. Usually I don’t bring my wallet, so there’s no encouragement to break out the plastic, and no pesky thumb print to compound the shame that typically stops people from contesting these things, but this time I hit the trifecta of carrying a card, drinking ITC, and being scheduled to depart the continent a couple days later.
I’m beyond lucky that my wife didn’t kill me. Yet. I think the astronomical amount of the charge (which was well over 10k, and actually well over double that...) told her that this was a robbery and not the most outrageous act of infidelity that her darling husband could dream of. Either that, or she’s plotting an elaborate revenge that I have yet to see and likely will not survive,
At this point, I’d accept any explanation as to how on earth I could have racked up those kinds of charges, so that, as my life flashes before my eyes when my wife descends upon my soon-to-be-corpse to murder me in a thousand simultaneous ways, I can at least manufacture the wild memories of something epically otherworldly before I depart the Earth. I simply do not have them, and I have no prior experience with the SC Platinum clubs to leverage into so much as inferences or assumptions.