India - Day 20
If you operate a cafe, I have a small request.
Stop putting a password on your Wi-Fi. No one cares. No one’s interested in how cute and coffee-related your password is. It means I have to get up and bother a barista as she stares cross-eyed into her latest masterpiece. She’s wafting her wrist to make the same leaf on the surface of every drink. Now I have to bother her.
Hey, sorry, what’s the Wi-Fi?
Oh, you want the password?
It’s 'good morning,' except the 'g' is a 2.
What are we stopping? You think that’s slowing down the Chinese hackers after your unprofitable business? You have any idea how good these Chinese hackers are? I keep up with geopolitics. Did you know that even the worst Chinese cybercriminal can pick up a single grain of rice with two long sticks? You think your Hobby Lobby cafe is gonna keep these psycopaths at bay?
Oh, the Wi-Fi password?
It’s 'Freshly Roasted,' but the ‘r’ is a backward Russian 'R'.
Plus, you placed the password on your cute chalkboard. The secret key to all the world’s knowledge, accessed through this unassuming cafe, can be found on pale red chalk. That’s where you left the encryption? Next to that beautifully average painting (valued by the artisr at 7.2 million dollars)? Why even have the password?
Oh, the Wi-Fi password?
Yeah, of course. It’s 'I love coffee,' but the ‘c’ is an ancient hieroglyph.