Fuckthismotherfuckingshit#!*1
Password foibles — a true story
You know. I know you do. There’s no way, in 2024, that you haven’t had a pissing match with your computer requesting a password.
You know it’s right… it’s there in the book! In pen! Printed precisely in your grammar-school-trained, yes-Mrs.-Tunnicliff-the-small-u-goes-to-the-height-of-the-bottom-half-of-the-h, penmanship.
ＳｕｎｎｙＤａｙｓＲＨ３ｒｅ！６３
But, the Facebook is telling you you’re wrong, so you reenter it, assuming you hit the wrong key since the Facebook won’t show you what you entered originally.
ＳｕｎｎｙＤａｙｓＲＨ３ｒｅ！６３
𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝.
No, it’s not! I pull out my phone, go to passwords, and lo and behold, there it is, big as life… ＳｕｎｎｙＤａｙｓＲＨ３ｒｅ！６３
I reenter it.
𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝.
At this point, I give up and click on Forgot Password? while screeching that no, I did not forget my password… You did!
Why do I have to enter my email address again? Good god, people!
𝚓𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚖𝚘𝚎@𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚜𝚘𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚕.𝚌𝚘𝚖
