The Progeny
A little story......
....or how Ma single-handedly brought down the online banking system.
Once upon a time, a sadly ignorant but well-meaning Ma decided to check ye olde banke accounte before buying school books.
Naturally, she needed a password.
Now, it seems part of the password included a number that only worked on the num-pad, and not her keyboard. And it is just barely possible that she tried this several times before remembering that little fact....but alas, it was too late.....for as part of the "three strikes and you're out" system of password protection, the online bank account was now "locked up."
*snap*
Like a trap.
Poor Ma called the bank, where she received a handy 800 number. Upon calling that, she was shuffled to another person, who helpfully gave her a temporary password--THAT WOULD ONLY WORK ONE TIME--and would allow the sorry female to to once again access the system, thus enabling her to choose a NEW password.
Except, that the helpful person on the other end of the line could not complete the procedure, because the bank's webpage was "down."
At this point Ma was briefly filled with awe at the possibility that she had, by herself, caused some cascading effect that might have thrown the entire bank's webpage into electronic disarray.
The helpful person on the other end assured her that this had not happened. Probably.
At some later point in time, our hapless heroine received a call that all was well again. She could now proceed with the secretive ceremony of changing her password, which of course, did not work.
More calls ensued, followed by more tries, which were the antecedents to more "locking up."
There was much sighing and "woe is me's" which in actuality probably included a few "stupids," here and there.
A slow learner, Ma then called the bank a-gain to receive her balance information over the phone.
This quest was amazingly short and successful, after which the tireless libros buyer began her arduous job of filling the coffers of various online booksellers.
Ma briefly considered relaying the lock-up news to her husband--who was already having a bad day--and decided to go out and mow, instead.
The gas-powered engine of the grass-cutter started, despite that fact that it did not have a password.
-The End-
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Once upon a time, a sadly ignorant but well-meaning Ma decided to check ye olde banke accounte before buying school books.
Naturally, she needed a password.
Now, it seems part of the password included a number that only worked on the num-pad, and not her keyboard. And it is just barely possible that she tried this several times before remembering that little fact....but alas, it was too late.....for as part of the "three strikes and you're out" system of password protection, the online bank account was now "locked up."
*snap*
Like a trap.
Poor Ma called the bank, where she received a handy 800 number. Upon calling that, she was shuffled to another person, who helpfully gave her a temporary password--THAT WOULD ONLY WORK ONE TIME--and would allow the sorry female to to once again access the system, thus enabling her to choose a NEW password.
Except, that the helpful person on the other end of the line could not complete the procedure, because the bank's webpage was "down."
At this point Ma was briefly filled with awe at the possibility that she had, by herself, caused some cascading effect that might have thrown the entire bank's webpage into electronic disarray.
The helpful person on the other end assured her that this had not happened. Probably.
At some later point in time, our hapless heroine received a call that all was well again. She could now proceed with the secretive ceremony of changing her password, which of course, did not work.
More calls ensued, followed by more tries, which were the antecedents to more "locking up."
There was much sighing and "woe is me's" which in actuality probably included a few "stupids," here and there.
A slow learner, Ma then called the bank a-gain to receive her balance information over the phone.
This quest was amazingly short and successful, after which the tireless libros buyer began her arduous job of filling the coffers of various online booksellers.
Ma briefly considered relaying the lock-up news to her husband--who was already having a bad day--and decided to go out and mow, instead.
The gas-powered engine of the grass-cutter started, despite that fact that it did not have a password.
-The End-
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