I was at Home Depot on Sunday, buying flower pots and some lumber to repair the fence where Sadie the Dog has been plotting her escape. Checking-out of the Garden Department I handed my credit card to the cashier, who promptly dragged out an old zip-zap machine (that’s the technical term coined by BankAmeriCard 50 years ago) and took an impression of my card.
“You’ve been hacked,” I said.
“No, it’s just that my terminal is down so I have to do it the old fashion way,” said the cheery cashier.
“Don’t give me that, you’ve been hacked,” I said.
The lady behind me with fertilizer and a Jack Russell Terrier began to […]