So, I like France. Who doesn't, right? OK apparently a lot of Americans don't like it for some weird reason. I've never been, but French people that I meet seem to like me OK; as in they're nice, so I don't see a problem. And I'm talking real French people. Not people who've lived stateside for 100 years or more and have French ancestry, as that's completely different. I'll go to France someday, but it hasn't happened yet. But I'm also over the moon that France used to own me. As in I'm part of Baby France/New France. They tromped around in my area setting up their new homes along the Gulf Coast, in New Orleans, and in Natchez. I was thrilled that Natchez celebrated their Tricentennial last year and New Orleans theirs this year. All because of France. Natchez even had a French delegate show up for their official day in August and I was sad to miss that. So, France/New France I like. But, then France turned around and slapped me in the face. So, I had just wished New Orleans a Happy Tricentennial and said that I love New France. The very next day France tried to steal $900 from me.
I got messages on Tuesday, en Français, in my email from PayPal. I assumed they were probably junk since why would it be coming in French, but I always check those things out anyway, just to be sure. I went to PayPal and the emails were correct. My password had been changed, which I obviously didn't do, and my entire accounts language settings had been switched to French once I'd managed to get back in. And there were three separate $300 transfers from my bank sitting there that had just happened. France might have still been snooping around in there while I was busy trying to fix things. All I could think was, "France!! But... but why?!?" I know there are thieves everywhere and France is no exception. I also know that it could be a person from a former French speaking territory/country. But really?! I've had that PayPal account for years. I rarely use it. It was for a former vintage business I had and also if I sold any art and needed to put the funds into a bank account to utilize them. I haven't sold anything in awhile and I'd honestly forgotten all about it. So, having it for ten years and only the day after I say I love France does the Universe have France make me its bitch basically. So, it was weird. I'm also apparently French, which we found out with mom's DNA test. Am I stealing from myself/robbing myself of something? I know I read too much into things sometimes, but I can't help it. My mind whirrs on its own accord and follows every thought down every path to see all of the possible outcomes. It's not stressful for me and is actually the opposite. I like seeing ahead and knowing things before making a plan of attack. Really, if you're worried about my bank, it's fine. PayPal apparently doesn't have any real people working, because after extensive stalking, I finally found an email for them. Ya know, if you have problems or questions. They sent me back an automated response that I'd already read in the questions which wasn't helpful at all. So, I went to my bank and talked to a really swell guy and we came up with a game plan and all is well and my PayPal account is now gone. But, it's still one of the things zooming around my brain wanting for an explanation of some kind, so here ya go, you get to read about it.
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