A short story in the spirit of “Silence on the Wire”: there’s a (rather big) bank next to the building I live in. They have blinds in windows and everything would be nice except from one silly fact… Ceiling on the top floor is made of glass and, at night, I can see in the reflection what the guy sitting next to the window types on his keyboard. A slightly different angle would probably show me his screen in full glory. So much for information security…
(Not that I bother to record and decipher it… But maybe I should let them know?)
