It’s one of the inevitable calls that I get every time I take a week to go storm chasing.

“Mr Rice, this is Marla from the Wells Fargo Fraud Prevention Hotline, we have noticed some very weird transactions on your credit card.”

“Did you buy gas in St. Louis?” (Yes)

“Did you stay at a hotel in Texarkana?” (Yes)

“Did you buy gas in Waurika, OK?” (Yes)

“Did you buy gas in Roscoe, TX?” (Yes)

I guess it does look very suspicious. I look like a confused criminal, who is on the run, but can’t quite decide whether he wants to go to Mexico or not.