Mine wants me to pick from ridiculous questions that I have no CLUE what the answer to them is. Like “What street was your grandmother born on? (Your father’s mother.)” Hell if I know!
They also force them to be changed periodically, but (and this is the real idiocy), they _don’t ask you to answer the previous ones before changing them_. Then it goes on and has you enter your E-mail again like it’s forgotten it. Again, doesn’t ask for anything previous as confirmation.
I don’t find their “security” comforting, quite the opposite.
Too many people who have ill intentions towards me actually know the answers to those questions. So I make crap up… and hope I remember it later. Ah right, that’s what the little black book is for. No really, it is. XD
My bank makes me think about my dead mother AND my dead cat.
“Where’s Terrance?”
Let’s do the math. You had one, now you have none!”
“What do you mean?”
“TERRANCE BOOM!”
Mine wants me to pick from ridiculous questions that I have no CLUE what the answer to them is. Like “What street was your grandmother born on? (Your father’s mother.)” Hell if I know!
They also force them to be changed periodically, but (and this is the real idiocy), they _don’t ask you to answer the previous ones before changing them_. Then it goes on and has you enter your E-mail again like it’s forgotten it. Again, doesn’t ask for anything previous as confirmation.
I don’t find their “security” comforting, quite the opposite.
Too many people who have ill intentions towards me actually know the answers to those questions. So I make crap up… and hope I remember it later. Ah right, that’s what the little black book is for. No really, it is. XD