What is the deal with these codes I have to type in on the internet to prove I'm not a self-actualized robot?
They used to be a jumbled word. Then they became upper and lower case. Next, it became two words. NOW, it's numbers and words.
Confession: I have been unable to comment on blogs simply because I can not type in the proper code. After four times--yes, FOUR--I give up.
My failure makes me feel...old. And I'm NOT old.
Read in the appropriately curmudgeon voice:
- "Back in my day, we didn't have email. We wrote letters."
- "When I was a kid, we didn't have smart phones. We had to look things up in encyclopedias."
- "We didn't have Pinterest to plan our childhood parties. We had McDonald's Playland and a birthday cake."
- "When I was in the third grade we moved to a small town where you didn't even have to dial a prefix. Just four numbers. Most times I dial now, it requires more numbers than I have fingers and toes."
How on this green earth am I going to manage by the time I qualify for senior citizen discounts? It will probably be an eye scan. Of course, I'll probably develop cataracts and it will misread.
Maybe, by then, I can buy a computer program to figure out those darned codes for me.
Follow up: My husband told me this makes me sound much older than I really am--especially because of the phone number thing. It was a very small town.
And I'm not old. Not yet.