“Of all the identities in all the world, why would anyone steal mine? Wouldn’t you think a thief would do a little research and decide to impersonate, oh, I don’t know—someone with a good credit rating? Someone who didn’t owe the IRS a bunch of money?…But no, someone stole mine and promptly drained my bank account. To add insult to brokeness, once he was all dressed up in my identity, he went shopping at Costco. Not Barney’s or Bendels or anywhere I’d shop if money weren’t an object. No, I get the white-trash ID thief, who spends my dough in the land of ten-gallon Cheese-Coodle barrels and thousand-roll packs of Charmin. To his credit, he did buy a computer, but still—a crappy Costco computer.”–Bad Advice