introduction
I am sure this has happened to you.
It’s not your house, it’s not your wifi (wiff-fee). You find the stock router provided by the ISP buried behind a bookshelf or hidden beneath one kitchen cabinet. Disentangle the knot of cables nigh mumified from the dust, and flip it over looking for the password. You read it out loud.
Or perhaps it’s a simplier process, the code written on a sticker or magnet stuck on the darker side of the refirigerator. But again, you read it aloud.
And then your companion comments on the sound of it… “Almost like some pharohs name!”, “‘babega’-what now?”
stock wifi password structures
- adjective-noun-three-digit number
- ten letters, or more specifically five bigrams.