This weekend I made a run to Whole Foods. I have a thing for their Tzatziki and it’s a lot closer than a drive to Tarpon Springs. Plus, hummus. ANYWAY, at self-check-out, there was something new. As I was ready to pay a small monitor gave me the “opportunity” to pay with my palm. For starters, I have some issues with “open apps with my face.” AND upon my husband’s death. Guess who had a bunch of stuff with “open with your face????” So now, my boyfriend, Jeff Bezos, with whom I have a deep and abiding connection in my wallet, is giving me a new way to pay. I don’t think so, Jeff. You’ve done a good job guarding my credit card number, but when you get hacked, and it’s just a matter of time, I don’t want the bad guys having my handprint.
A little paranoia never hurt anyone. It’s there for a reason.
Pay with phone? Maybe. Pay with hand. That’s a hard no.
