|Oh yeah? I'll give you a password.|
Password—a cursed word.
Today was a “sign on to Microsoft” day. Since I have not put these on a flash drive, but have diligently kept them in an address book, typing in passwords are not usually a problem.
Encountered a red error note telling me that this was the wrong password, needed to reset. MSoft sent me a code by email, a line of seven numbers. I copied and pasted them into the password box, pushed enter. THEN I was told THIS was an ERROR!
Got another seven numbers, pasted them in, moved onto the next step to create a new password: bunny1foo9foo.
MSoft wanted me to type my old password.
???What??? If I knew the damn password, I would not be resetting a new one. Why? MSoft asked. Because I had forgotten the old password, you blinking idiot program.
Back to getting code. Back to pasting the code. Back to making a new password, a deceased relative’s name. Back to saving. Then, then, trying to get into my account.
MSoft didn’t ACCEPT this new password. Suggested a code. Wanted to send me a new code. I pushed cancel.
Either MSoft is playing me or God is having a bit of a giggle.
The only swear word used here is "damn" which is pretty much my only cursing. But today, man, big words were floating around my wandering brain.