Do Not Password, Do Not Pass Go

(I can’t count how many times this happens in a day. Bear in mind I’ve done this job for seven years.)

Me: “—and finally, can I take your password?”

Customer: “I don’t have one.”

(Of course, you don’t. I mean, I CLEARLY JUST ASKED FOR THE FUN OF IT!)

Me: “You certainly do; I am looking at it now.”

Customer: “What is it?”

Me: “Well, that defeats the point of a password.”

Customer: “This is ridiculous.”

Me: “…”

(I mean, really, do I hate myself that much that I would ask this for seven years nonstop just for the craic?!)