What???? I need to put in my password? Again? But I thought i just changed it!
I think I put it on a Post It. I need to get rid of all these Post Its. These little scraps are everywhere!!
Maybe I stored it on my phone (scratches head), but there’s so many of them stored in here, I DON’T KNOW WHICH ONE. Was it Pumpernickle4 ampersand? Damn I have to redo it. I keep trying and trying and it won’t take it!!!!! My god I need a cheese pizza stat! Where’s the bourbon?
I have been doing this for over three hours !!! I don’t want to call the help desk! It’ll be just like two days ago when I called. On hold for 1242 minutes and then someone near Botswana answered and said, “Un gabwa nutella?”
I could barely contain myself listening to his babbling!
“What country are you in? Can you SPEAK LOUDER? No speaka Englais?” I stammered forgetting English myself.
“Gabwa? Goo Ga Gabwa Bobka?” the person uttered.
What?? I laughed and cried.
“Do you know how long I have waited! Do you know how old I am?” I screamed as I heard a click on the line.
Disconnected yet again. I am losing my cool.
I have to try this over and over and over and I DO NOT REMEMBER MY PIN! Is it by the essentials? What are they? Where is my mask? Oh I still have it on! I see them strewn everywhere even in my dreams!
Darn where is my mind? Is it stored next to my forgotten pin? Now I can’t use my debit because the bank locked me out of my account again because I used the wrong code. They probably thought I was a robot (and oh why must I prove I am human by selecting pictures of taillights!)
I would just drive off but I am locked out of my car. I think I accidentally locked my keys in my safe. I DON’T REMEMBER THE COMBINATION!!!
I could just take off on my bike (if my bladder would cooperate). No it has a lock! Was it wholewheat5*?
On top of that debacle, this computer is not taking any of these password combinations!!! I wanted to bingewatch Andy Griffith not screw around with this!!! There’s a good Aunt Bea on right now!
Why does everywhere need my birthday? Why is everything encrypted and encoded and password protected…why do I use breads as my passwords with symbols I instantly forget like flaxwheat^7?
I am losing myself again in a daydream. It’s 1980 and I need to find a phone number. Why I’ll just use this handy phone book and look it up. I can always call information (411) on my landline (we are on land) and get a number and a nice person I can understand.
My bank balance? Why that’s right here in my stamped bank book.
A pin? That would be to hem. Password? A game show! How simple life is. Nothing is delivered to my door except Dominos.
Nothing is digital except a travel clock. I can get in anywhere I want without a code! Sharper Image was high tech. I was free!
Now I am back to reality, lost in a virtual maze of numbers and symbols and codes and numbers and symbols and codes and numbers and codes (I am stuck in here!!) and symbols and numbers and codes and passwords and pins and codes and numbers and symbols and codes and puns and pins and symbols and codes and passwords and pins and codes and passwords and codes and pins and passwords…