It was Tuesday, so that would make it the middle of last week.
This guy comes in to buy some fuel, and I figure "OK, I'm not going to check the card." Sure enough, as I'm letting him walk out of the store I realize that his name is definatly not Kathryn.
So, I'm not really going to do much about it. After all, it's not like it's fraud or negligence or anything. Just a little oopsie. Happens all the time.
One day passes, nothing. Two days, nothing. Three, four, still nothing. He comes in two days ago, almost a week after it happened. This time, using a different card. Oh shit.
The guy is a cop.
Nothing came of it; it would seem that the other card he used belonged to a friend of his. This friend, surprisingly enough, has a father. Her father is, more surprisingly, a police officer.
Ho-ly Sheeit.
Next time, I'll make sure.