People are always saying that they’re afraid of me and I don’t understand why. I mean I do understand why someone should be afraid of me but that’s not what they mean. I think everyone should be afraid of me because I wrestled, judo-ed, and can bench press 300 lbs, but usually someone says they’re afraid of me when I make some insightful comment about security or privacy.
I like to find vulnerabilities. I admit it. It’s a puzzle that I love to solve and never bores me. It’s almost a compulsive need for me to find something and have to rip it apart.
So if I walk into a bank and see that a camera is pointed in a less than optimal direction I will tell someone. Or if I’m walking down the street and someone’s purse is open and I can see her wallet I’ll tell her.
Frequently I don’t get a thank you – I get a look of terror.
I’m just trying to help.
It’s the little things that will get you. Identity theft is rampant these days. Everyone knows someone who has had his identity stolen. Something 40% of victims don’t know how it happened. I’m telling you it is the little things.
An empty bottle of pills. Harmless to most yet a treasure trove of personally identifying information to an identity thief. Don’t simply throw them in the garbage or recycle them. Even in the Internet age, dumpster diving is a viable means of identity theft.
Pull the labels off, stick them to a piece of paper, and shred them.