One from the trenches…
ME: And what would you like for your account password?
HER: um… fuckingmachine.
ME: Could you spell that, please?
HER: f-u-c-k-i-n-g-m-a-c-h-i-n-e.
fuckingmachine.
No spaces.
ME: No spaces.
HER: It’s a t-shirt my husband gave to me.
Can’t say I wasn’t heartbroken, but on the other hand, I already had her name, address and phone number.