Fraud? Scam? or merely Oops?
Yesterday I received an email from Citizens One Personal Loans telling me that I had taken out a loan to purchase an iPhone X and my first payment of $49.91 was due on 1/8/18.
No, I haven’t purchased an iPhone X.
No, I had neither obtained nor attempted to obtain such a loan from Citizens Bank.
Bogus email: Rule #1 — Don’t click on any of the email links.
Okay, so how do figure out what’s up with this email?
Forward the email to Apple: [email protected] — with appropriate comments.
Look up Citizens Bank on Google. Hmmmmm . . . looks like a legitimate business.
Call the number I get from the Google search.
Well, I spent some 40+ minutes speaking with three people (two of the seemingly competent and understanding of my situation) and being on hold before being told that: yes, there was a real loan with the account number and payment that was on my email; no, I was not the person who had obtained the loan and was not obligated to pay it (as though I was going to); no, it did not appear to be a matter of fraud but of an error in the email address; yes, Citizens Bank was going to contact the account owner by means other than email and (attempt to) clear up the situation.
Cleared up? Hope so — Oooo – Rah!
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