Sometime this morning I got an e-mail from ME informing me that I had been mugged in Madrid and needed money and help.
The “from” said: Sam Barrington
The “to” said: [undisclosed recipients]
Oh crap. I think I may have been hacked.
Sure enough, within moments, the outpouring of concern that I had either a) been hacked; or b) was actually in Madrid getting mugged started to pour in. (Side note: really mom. Don’t you think if I were going to Madrid I would have told YOU?) Calls from friends around the country – Texas, Colorado, etc. Texts, emails. People contacted the church, they called my parents.
In the meantime, I try to log onto my Facebook account and it tells me that I am entering in the wrong password. I know it is the right password. It then tells me that my password was changed at 5:32 a.m. (I wasn’t on Facebook at 5:32 a.m.). Facebook was even able to tell me the location of the person who changed it. They showed me a map of a place off of Kenya, Africa. It asked if I recognized it. NO!! HOW COULD I? I’M IN MADRID!!! Oh…sorry. I’m not in Madrid.
Some of you actually tried to respond to my e-mail. And you got further correspondence telling you it really was me that I was in trouble, I was in a police station, I needed you to send money, etc. Sorry.
This morning has been a mess. I’ve called AOL. I’ve reset passwords. I’ve lost all of my old e-mails (so if you sent me an e-mail and awaiting a reply…I no longer have record of it) and contacts. I’m hoping this is the end of it.
Madrid does sound nice though.