What a floozy
I saw the movie Closer on the weekend and it was refreshing. Refreshing because it showed relationships, love and sex from a darker, crueller side. I for one am sick of watching movie after movie that shows love to be this wonderful and perfect thing (which for some people it is and I'm lucky to be one of them), so it was good that the movie showed that people don't always get that kind of blissful love and can get completely and utterly fucked over in relationships.
"That's the spirit. Thank you. Thank you for your honesty. Now fuck off and die, you fucked up slag." - Larry
And Clive Owen? Brilliant as the smutty, foul-mouthed doctor. Bless him. I just loved how he much of a bitch he was. And the cyber sex? Gold. Natalie Portman was also very good, she has a hot body. Angeline Jolie used to be my girl crush but I've jumped ship to the Natalie lovin'.
The part I really liked in the movie was what Alice said about love the verb not the noun. That love means more than just saying 'I love you' and is about going beyond those 3 words and giving them substance by your actions and thoughts.
"Where is this 'love'? I can't see it, I can't touch it. I can't feel it. I can hear it. I can hear some words, but I can't do anything with your easy words." - Alice
I also watched 6 hours of The West Wing Season 3 and my brain nearly had an orgasm over how good the writing on the show is. Aaron Sorkin can I please marry your writing?
Oops
I just went a little crazy at the Alannah Hill clearance sale at Paddington Town Hall. I went during my lunch break and in 1 hour spent over $400.
So much for trying to save. But Alannah Hill never has clearance sales! Never! She has her factory outlet in Melbourne but that's it. So it was a good opportunity to make the most of the bargains - how can you resist a skirt reduced from $270 to $69?! (Or so I keep telling myself to make me feel less guilty about splurging on clothes I don't really need).
Note to self: next time I go to a clearance sale make sure I'm wearing nice undies, preferably not a g-string, because stipping down to what I had on in the communal change room today was slightly embarassing.
Cash or credit?
My mum always told me not to use a credit card in a taxi because it's one of the places with the highest instances of fraud. I very rarely take a taxi anyway, and when I do I pay in cash. The one time that pay with a credit card I get screwed over by a mofo of a taxi driver who tried to rip me off $180.
In November last year I had to take a taxi home because it was late and didn’t want to take then train and then walk from the station at 1am in the morning. I had forgotten that I didn't have any cash in my wallet so when I had to pay I reluctantly gave my credit card. He tried to use his portable EFTPOS machine but it didn’t seem to work, so he whipped out one of those old school, manual swipe card gadgets and tried a couple of times and then claimed that it didn't work. Something about him being out of ink. I asked for the slips of paper back but he flatly refused saying that I didn’t have to worry about it and it would be ok.
He gave me my credit card back and I said I’d have to run into the house and get some money. So he waited in the driveway whilst I ran inside and grabbed money out of my mum’s purse. I guess I should have done this to begin with but I didn’t want to borrow from my mum without telling her. I asked for the pieces of paper again but he said he had ripped them up and thrown them away.
At this point I was past caring as it had taken 10 minutes or so, so I said fine and let him leave.
At the end of December when I received my credit card statement I saw I had 3 transactions against my card that I didn’t make. Two were for the same day during the week and one was for the night of my work Christmas party when I got a lift home. They were all from the same cab company and were for the same amount each time - $60.
As soon as I saw that I knew it had to have been from that dodgy taxi driver who swiped my card in the manual thing and wouldn’t give me back those pieces of paper. Fucker.
So I called Citibank and made a complaint. I guess the taxi driver didn’t realise that I'd notice or that my mum is pretty high up in the bank and can pull a million strings to get things sorted out for me and chase his sorry ass down. Which she did.
They managed to track down the credit card slips earlier this month and from the slips they found out which cab company it was and who the driver was. And the signature on those slips? Totally not mine. Now the bank's fraud division is investigating the company further. Ha! Eat that you bastard!
I know $180 isn't that much, it could have been much worse, but it still pissed me off. Mainly the fact that I was stupid enough to not be more demanding over those slips of paper and also the fact that there are people out there who do things like that.
So the moral of my story is, never pay for a taxi with a credit card.
