Early twenty-first century life: a sketch
Sunday, 4 September 2016 20:15A friend calls to set me up on a website for a Thing I'm doing. We agree on a temporary password which I can use.
"So where do I need to go to login?" I ask. He tells me the URL.
"Just go there and enter your username," he says. "It's [redacted]."
"OK, is that upper-case or lower-case?"
He checks. "It's lower-case."
There's a pregnant pause. Suddenly I realise what he's waiting for.
"I'm not in front of a computer now," I explain.
"Oh, right, of course!" he replies, embarrassed to have forgotten for a moment that sometimes, yes, that does still happen.
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"So where do I need to go to login?" I ask. He tells me the URL.
"Just go there and enter your username," he says. "It's [redacted]."
"OK, is that upper-case or lower-case?"
He checks. "It's lower-case."
There's a pregnant pause. Suddenly I realise what he's waiting for.
"I'm not in front of a computer now," I explain.
"Oh, right, of course!" he replies, embarrassed to have forgotten for a moment that sometimes, yes, that does still happen.
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