Stick ’em Up and Hand Over That Password

My Dearly Beloved and I have stopped worrying when we occasionally wander into the  mysterious haze of Senior Moment-dom these days.  We’ve spent enough time there that we’ve convinced ourselves we’ll find our way out eventually.

For instance, DB went to brush his teeth one morning this week and found that he had put his electric toothbrush in a drawer the night before and “charged” his toothpaste on the stand overnight.

He’s thinks he may try it again sometime.  Maybe it gave the toothpaste some added “oomph” to prevent cavities.

My forays down the rabbit hole usually involve either car keys or passwords.  I can’t keep track of either.  I understand the logic of having car keys, but personally, I think passwords should be optional, like sunscreen or dental floss.  Even if it’s stupid not to use them, they’re optional.   I’ll take dental floss and sunscreen any day over so many passwords.  They’re even more obnoxious than those plastic cards every Tom’s, Dick’s, and Harry’s want you to stuff in your handbag in order to receive their sale prices.

I don’t mind a few significant passwords, but why do I need a password to add a Diet Coke purchase code number to My Coke Rewards?   Two years of points and I may have enough to redeem for a Fandango ticket.  Or to browse Joss & Main?  Now I even need one to sign up for my neighborhood newsletter.

That last one has been a problem.  The neighborhood homeowners association has set up a new system which necessitates the password.  I’ve had a password for the site for some time because I have been asked to write something on it a time or two.  That password doesn’t work on the new setup. In fact, I think it’s what is keeping me from being able to sign up for the newsletter.

Wednesday evening, I set about to fix it.

Here’s the scenario:  I’m changing all the names, but pretend that the name of our neighborhood is Park Place and the website is PPHA–Park Place Homeowners Association.  When the site was originally set up, it was done so as PPHA.com instead of PPHA.org.  It’s non-profit, so I’m not sure why and don’t really care.

I googled PPHA and a screen popped up asking me to sign in.  I tried what I thought was my user name and password, but they didn’t work.  The site did, however, throw me a bone:  Forget Your Password?

Heck yeah, I reckon I did, so I checked that box and it promised–and delivered– a temporary password.  Hot dang!  Now I was getting somewhere.  What had my problem had been before?  I could log in now and change it to something easy instead of the gobbledygook of numbers and letters it had provided.

So. . . I opened a new tab,  keyed in PPHA.com and supplied my user name and new password.  It pretended not to know me once, twice. . . eventually snubbing me three times.  What th’ heck?

I went back to the first screen to make sure I’d copied the number correctly.   Yup.  There I was, my personhood still acknowledged.

I looked more closely.  Um. . .  that password had not been sent to me by PPHA.com, our homeowners association.   Nope.  My temporary password had been generously provided by the Pennsylvania Pharmacists Association–PPHA.org.

They’ll probably be sending me a request to pay my dues any day now.

I wonder if Houdini charges by the hour.
I wonder if Houdini charges by the hour.  He could escape the password prison!

“User” is the word used by the computer professional when they mean “idiot.”
– Dave Barry

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11 thoughts on “Stick ’em Up and Hand Over That Password

      1. My thoughts exactly! You have to be very careful what you Google nowadays. I read some articles about the new female sexual dysfunction drug (because there is a lot of controversy about it, not because I want to take it) and now I’m inundated with ads for Viagra. Go figure.

        So since DB put his toothpaste in the charger, does he light up the room with his smile now? 🙂

  1. Your photo of your computer savvy grandson reminded me of a comment I read from a woman who had what she thought was an insurmountable computer problem. Her grandson figured it out easily. When she anxiously asked him what it was, he said “Oh, it was just an ID Ten T mistake.” It took her a while to realize he meant “ID10T.”

    1. Hmmm. I’ll keep an ear out for that.

      It used to be that one of the oldest grandsons would help me with my computer problems. Now I’ve been relegated to the youngest–and he’s definitely up to the task.

      PS. Only you would think of the smile comment. 🙂

  2. ncmountainwoman

    I keep a list of my passwords in a folder by my laptop. Not a good idea for some but safe enough in our house. I do put the folder in a desk drawer when we have guests. The exceptions are the passwords for our investment accounts and online banking service. These are more carefully hidden away.

    My computer always wants to “remember” my log-ins and passwords. So I type in phonies and let the computer “remember” them. When I log on to a site, I simply delete the remembered password and type the real one. And I don’t let the computer remember the changed one.

    We have a fair number of Senior Moments in our house as well. I figure as long as we can laugh about them we’re doing all right.

    1. Since I use a pocket calendar because I don’t trust my computer one, I can see this working for me, except that my laptop and my lap move around a lot. My devices don’t always sync passwords like they should. My phone asks me for passwords that my computer doesn’t. I’d need to keep my list with me. . . just not with my car keys. sigh.

      You’re right about the laughter. It is, indeed, the proper response.

  3. Mimi

    There is an App for that! 1Password …I started using it after I lost my 3 page master list of passwords and had to change all of them. It’s wonderful and I only have to remember the password for that app!

  4. Arkansas Patti

    Who knew toothpaste could hold a charge? Hey, I’ve put garlic powder in my coffee instead of cinnamon so I understand.
    Passwords? Mine are all on a list beside my computer. I figure if anyone is in my house and on my computer then I have probably met with an untimely end and could care less. Now hackers give me the willies.

    1. Yes! The dreaded hackers…! Yech! I kept getting some dreadful message about rootkits, spies, and trojans. It said the virus came from free games or porn websites. Porn? Really? Their message sounded like the porniest thing to hit my screen. At any rate, it’s been neutered, so all is well. 🙂

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