Dan is a digital security freak. I cannot overemphasize the security measures he puts in place electronically to make sure our data is safe, backups, double, triple, quadruple backups, kept in different cities on various servers.
The most amazing though are his passwords. Dan loves beautiful rock-solid passwords. Passwords with letters don’t even qualify as passwords. Passwords with letters and numbers are for sissies, losers, amateurs and people who enjoy having their identity stolen. No. Dan’s passwords use letters, numbers and symbols in ways that are incomprehensible to me.
Sometimes when he sets me up for a new account of some kind, he’ll hand me a password that looks like this: g3Tg0!nG@NddAn$5
“How am I supposed to remember that?” I’ll ask incredulously because I know that writing it down on a sticky note next to the computer is not a viable option.
“It says ”˜get going and dance 5.’” Like, duh!
I nod and smile. Yeees. Yeees of course. The dancing. I’ll totally remember it now.
So we were in Costco the other day when Dan went to pay for the groceries with his debit card. I looked over as he entered his pin and my mouth dropped open in surprise.
“That’s seriously your PIN?! Really?!”
Time sort of froze.
Dan looked up embarrassed, an uneasy smile frozen on his face.
The cashier and the cart-loader tried unsuccessfully to stop their giggles.
And I just stared at him. “Really?!”
“What?” He asked sheepishly.
“Did they assign you that PIN or did you seriously come up with that yourself?! Honestly?”
Then I noticed the eyes watching us and I decided it would be best to talk to him later alone away from the giggling school girl Costco employees.
Outside, I started up again, “How could someone like you pick 7777 as his PIN NUMBER?!”
“That’s not my PIN,” he smiled sheepishly.
“I saw you do it.”
“No. I wiggle my fingers around to mask what I’m really typing when I enter my PIN. I can’t believe it actually worked. Awesome.”
Yes. Awesome indeed. Don’t you feel safer just reading the blog of someone whose husband is such a master of trickery and security? I wish I’d been right, though. He never would have lived that one down.