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You Have Something I Don’t Have
Just Try To Scan My Thumb. I’m Invisible.
My smart phone has a feature that allows you to scan in your thumb print, after which it will recognize your thumb and unlock itself so you don’t have to enter your password each time you want to use it.
But when I scanned in my thumb, then tried to open the phone using my thumb print, I didn’t get, “Welcome Back, Roz!”
Instead I got “Who the hell are you??”
Snubbed — by my own phone.
I tried again. No dice. I tried any number of times but it never worked. After a while, I just gave up.
The computerized cash register at the library where I work doesn’t know who the hell I am either. When we first got it, all of us scanned in our fingerprints. Now everyone can pop open the cash drawer with the touch of a fingertip.
Except me.
With the cash register, as with my phone, I still have to type in a four digit security code. Every. Single. Time.
I used to wonder why these gizmos recognized everyone but me. Then, when my workplace decided to require all its employees to get fingerprinted, I finally learned what the problem was.
