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I ordered pizza to another guy that shares almost the exact same phone number as me, but the kicker is that we've both managed to choose the same PIN-number to
by vegardx 7y ago
I ordered pizza to another guy that shares almost the exact same phone number as me, but the kicker is that we've both managed to choose the same PIN-number to log in. I noticed after placing the order that the delivery address was half way across the country.
Called the pizza place and it took them quite some time to understand what could have gone wrong. I had, after all, logged in, and was still logged in. We had a good laugh when we figured it out. Sales rep called the guy up, but I don't think he cancelled the pizza. So free pizza, I guess.
- XJ6 7y agoWould you mind adding context here, what's a PIN number in the context of pizza delivery?
- tclancy 7y ago1234
- mxuribe 7y agoUh oh, i guess i need to change the combination for the lock on my luggage! :-)
- danillonunes 7y agoOutrageous! I only order pizza from places that requires a minimum of 16 chars passwords and 2FA.
- deleted 7y ago[deleted]
- PhasmaFelis 7y agoThe password for your account on the pizza place's website. (The user name being the phone number, apparently.)
- XJ6 7y agoThat seems appalling, why wouldn't it just have a normal email/password combination?
- dbcurtis 7y agoOK, we are wondering way off topic here, by my pizza & phone number story.... Back in the days of pheasant-under-glass mainframes, I had a part time student job as an operator in the computation center. We had a phone at the operator console, and 90% of the legitimate calls came from the operator console at the computation center at the other state university on the other side of the state. Our phone number happenned to be the same, but for the middle two digits reversed, of the most popular pizza place in a college town. The vast majority of the calls were to place a pizza order, not someone looking for the on-duty mainframe operator. Our standard practice was to answer the phone “wrong number” — because it usually was. Anyone with a legit reason to call us knew the drill. Pizza orderers, especially the half-drunk ones, were our amusment on an lonely night shift of hanging tapes.