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not that bad. Right? I was wrong; I didn’t allow the drink to marinate long enough to know if I could handle it or not; the second place we arrived was called the Blue Martini.It was kind of early, so the crowd didn’t come until later; in the meantime, I stood at the bar, and this specimen gave me the famous eye and a wink. I grabbed its hand and asked for its name, and it said, Blue Martini. What’s in the Blue Martini? Well, it’s Van Gogh Blue Vodka, Bols Blue Curacao, and sour orange juice served on the rocks in an OVERsized shifter.<figure id="967a"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*55vZ8MApUrRapOTYIRPupQ.jpeg"><figcaption>Photo taken by teisha leshea. I own the rights to this photo.</figcaption></figure>I had to stay loyal to the Nipsey Blue and decided to get out on the dance floor and dance with four Blue Martinis.After purchasing the fifth drink is where things got tricky. I’ve been wrapping my receipt with my card after every drink all night. I remember signing for my card and grabbing the receipt and beverages. I was sitting at least three feet from the bar. I placed my glass on the table and decided I was hungry.I reached down in my purse and didn’t see my card. I still didn’t see my card, so I grabbed my ID, went back to the bartender, and asked if I had left my card. I showed her my ID to verify it was me, and she grabbed my card and kindly gave it back to me. At the time, I didn’t think anything of it; I thought the bartender grabbed it and placed it behind the bar or some good Samaritan gave the bartender my card. I purchased my food and enjoyed the rest of my night.I just remembered there aren’t any good Samaritans in Las Vegas. The following day I received a text from my bank asking me to verify some charges I had made. One was from Apple for $200. I instantly denied the charges and got the card blocked after mentioning I was out of town; she insisted that it wouldn’t be a problem if I called to get my card unlocked to retrieve the money and have the bank lock it again.I went along with my day. The next day I wanted to fact-check what the rep said, so I called back. The service rep stated that the policy doesn’t exist. She started listing various charges on my account and came across one from the Vdara Hotel. I insisted that I was not a guest at that hotel, so she gave me the number to that hotel.At this point, I’m getting pissed. I called the Vdara Hotel and informed them that a guest was paying for my room under my card, which I didn’t authorize. After being on hold for forty-five minutes, the rep transferred me to the hotel manager, who assured me that I was in good hands and that hotel security had been notified and waiting for Genetta to leave the room.

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After the arrest, I would get a phone call from the officer for a follow-up on the investigation. I sat for another hour before heading out to the Botanical Garden. After a while, I received a call from a private number and answered it immediately.The officer explained that she had been caught and arrested and wanted to know if I wanted to press charges, and I immediately responded with yes. After regurgitating what happened, he notated it, said he would complete the report, and called me back. I was relieved for the moment but not satisfied.Luckily, I was within walking distance of that hotel to speak with the manager I spoke with earlier; unfortunately, I just missed her. The stress got me hungry, so we had dinner, and I received another phone call from the police officer after dinner. Before he updated me, I wanted to know if she was arrested and what the charges. He stated that she was in custody and the charge was fraudulent use of a credit card/debit card.Ms. Genetta should’ve thought about her family and future before taking someone’s identity. Stealing my identity came with a hefty price. In Las Vegas, that is considered a category D felony punishable by 1 to 4 years in prison and up to $5,000 in fines; for context, the hotel condo was $399.45.I could end this story by dropping some lessons to help you all in the future.Carry Cash

Give yourself a limit on how much you’ll need. During my whole ordeal, I only had $45, and we all know you can’t do a thing with$ 45. If situations happen like this one, you’ll always have a backup.Have a Travel Credit Card

I have yet to research this, but credit cards hold more weight than any debit card you own. You will forever be protected, and many credit card companies have policies to protect you and the credit card company.Know Your Drinking Limit

I had eight drinks that night and am not a heavy drinker. I might drink twice a year at most, so having all of those drinks affected my body like it would a 21-year-old. I also didn’t “sip”; I drank it like water which may or may not have impacted my five seconds of judgment.So, to all those who even think about stealing my identity, know I’m pressing charges. Good day.If you aren’t a Medium member and enjoy my stories but get tired of only having access to three a month, I would strongly encourage you to click on my referral link <a href="https://teisha-leshea.medium.com/membership">here</a> to access thousands of stories. You might be inspired to write a few stories of your own. Each referral is an extra incentive for me. The cool part is that it’s $5.00 a month. That’s cheaper than your Netflix subscription.</article></body>

Las Vegas: The City Of Gambling And Identity Theft

How I became a victim after four days

I just got back from my Vegas trip not long ago; looking back, I got the R&R I needed to give me that extra push to finish the year strong. Since early February, I’ve been planning this trip, and I was slowly counting down the days I see Usher in concert and live it up like it was my senior prom. I will share my experience at the Usher concert another day, but I wanted to talk about a situation that rocked my world but didn’t ruin my show.

I have back problems that I will live with for the rest of my life. Being diagnosed with scoliosis at ten, had back surgery at twelve, and a few years ago, I found out I have a pinched nerve, a deteriorating disk, and slight arthritis in my lower back. Walking for long periods can do a number on the lower half of my body. The Tylenol I was taking wasn’t working, and I started to feel miserable, so I decided on Tuesday I would drink the pain away.

Sunday started with happy hour at the SUGARCANE Raw Bar and Grill in the Venetian Hotel; as I sat, this particular individual gave me the eye and a wink. I slowly grabbed their hand and asked their name, and they quickly responded with Mojito; what’s in a Mojito? This one had don q cristal (rum), mint, and fresh lime juice.

Photo taken by teisha leShea. I own the rights to this photo.

The refreshing taste made me instantly warm the rum was the kick, and the mint became the ease. After one, I felt like I could do a back bend. I didn’t feel the pain, but I wanted to challenge myself secretly. Mojito is the strong silent type; it makes you look pretty, but it can also put you in jail if you aren’t careful.

Since I was tired of adulting, I said what the hell and had three of those drinks. Before you started talking behind my back, I made sure also to drink water and eat something solid. I try my best to drink responsibly.

After saying cheers and scarfing down my food, it was on to the subsequent establishment. I gave myself the ultimate test if I can walk back to the car in a straight line, then I’m not that bad. Right? I was wrong; I didn’t allow the drink to marinate long enough to know if I could handle it or not; the second place we arrived was called the Blue Martini.

It was kind of early, so the crowd didn’t come until later; in the meantime, I stood at the bar, and this specimen gave me the famous eye and a wink. I grabbed its hand and asked for its name, and it said, Blue Martini. What’s in the Blue Martini? Well, it’s Van Gogh Blue Vodka, Bols Blue Curacao, and sour orange juice served on the rocks in an OVERsized shifter.

I had to stay loyal to the Nipsey Blue and decided to get out on the dance floor and dance with four Blue Martinis.

After purchasing the fifth drink is where things got tricky. I’ve been wrapping my receipt with my card after every drink all night. I remember signing for my card and grabbing the receipt and beverages. I was sitting at least three feet from the bar. I placed my glass on the table and decided I was hungry.

I reached down in my purse and didn’t see my card. I still didn’t see my card, so I grabbed my ID, went back to the bartender, and asked if I had left my card. I showed her my ID to verify it was me, and she grabbed my card and kindly gave it back to me. At the time, I didn’t think anything of it; I thought the bartender grabbed it and placed it behind the bar or some good Samaritan gave the bartender my card. I purchased my food and enjoyed the rest of my night.

I just remembered there aren’t any good Samaritans in Las Vegas. The following day I received a text from my bank asking me to verify some charges I had made. One was from Apple for $200. I instantly denied the charges and got the card blocked after mentioning I was out of town; she insisted that it wouldn’t be a problem if I called to get my card unlocked to retrieve the money and have the bank lock it again.

I went along with my day. The next day I wanted to fact-check what the rep said, so I called back. The service rep stated that the policy doesn’t exist. She started listing various charges on my account and came across one from the Vdara Hotel. I insisted that I was not a guest at that hotel, so she gave me the number to that hotel.

At this point, I’m getting pissed. I called the Vdara Hotel and informed them that a guest was paying for my room under my card, which I didn’t authorize. After being on hold for forty-five minutes, the rep transferred me to the hotel manager, who assured me that I was in good hands and that hotel security had been notified and waiting for Genetta to leave the room.

After the arrest, I would get a phone call from the officer for a follow-up on the investigation. I sat for another hour before heading out to the Botanical Garden. After a while, I received a call from a private number and answered it immediately.

The officer explained that she had been caught and arrested and wanted to know if I wanted to press charges, and I immediately responded with yes. After regurgitating what happened, he notated it, said he would complete the report, and called me back. I was relieved for the moment but not satisfied.

Luckily, I was within walking distance of that hotel to speak with the manager I spoke with earlier; unfortunately, I just missed her. The stress got me hungry, so we had dinner, and I received another phone call from the police officer after dinner. Before he updated me, I wanted to know if she was arrested and what the charges. He stated that she was in custody and the charge was fraudulent use of a credit card/debit card.

Ms. Genetta should’ve thought about her family and future before taking someone’s identity. Stealing my identity came with a hefty price. In Las Vegas, that is considered a category D felony punishable by 1 to 4 years in prison and up to $5,000 in fines; for context, the hotel condo was $399.45.

I could end this story by dropping some lessons to help you all in the future.

Carry Cash Give yourself a limit on how much you’ll need. During my whole ordeal, I only had $45, and we all know you can’t do a thing with $45. If situations happen like this one, you’ll always have a backup.

Have a Travel Credit Card I have yet to research this, but credit cards hold more weight than any debit card you own. You will forever be protected, and many credit card companies have policies to protect you and the credit card company.

Know Your Drinking Limit I had eight drinks that night and am not a heavy drinker. I might drink twice a year at most, so having all of those drinks affected my body like it would a 21-year-old. I also didn’t “sip”; I drank it like water which may or may not have impacted my five seconds of judgment.

So, to all those who even think about stealing my identity, know I’m pressing charges. Good day.

If you aren’t a Medium member and enjoy my stories but get tired of only having access to three a month, I would strongly encourage you to click on my referral link here to access thousands of stories. You might be inspired to write a few stories of your own. Each referral is an extra incentive for me. The cool part is that it’s $5.00 a month. That’s cheaper than your Netflix subscription.