Can you trust strangers? That really depends on the context.
I was on a crowded train recently when two fellow passengers started reading out credit card details down their mobile phones.
I had my laptop open. Had I been in a malicious frame of mind, I could have stored their credit card numbers, security codes, start and expiry dates, and their dates of birth.
Only when I couldn’t stop myself from expressing surprise that they were prepared to divulge this information to what was effectively a roomful of strangers did they pause. When I said I didn’t think it was a good idea, they agreed, and said they’d thought twice about it but decided to go ahead anyway.
Not a good decision. Interesting that, as a side issue, they trusted me when I said that but then decided not to trust everyone else in the carriage, as they stopped reading out a further card number.
Similarly, one US man decided to trust a flashing box on his screen that appeared to be offering him free money. It said he was the millionth reader and that he’d won a $1,000 gift certificate to Wal-Mart, and all he had to do was supply his email address, age, household income, years of education completed and a bunch of health questions. Phew. All for a Wal-Mart voucher.
The pay-off, as you might have guessed, was not a $1,000 voucher but, within an hour, a deluge of spam about educational opportunities, medical supplies, dating services and laptops. He tried to unsubscribe from the emails yet each day brings 20 to 40 new items.
Fortunately, as far as we know, the spam has yet to deliver more than irritation as opposed to malware — though that’s pretty likely at some point, which is when he’ll need adequate protection from good quality, regularly updated AV software.
The moral of the story is not to assume that such pop-ups are anything to do with the site you’re visiting and not to trust strangers. At least, those with whom you’re not eyeball to eyeball — in which case you’ve slightly more of a fighting chance to use your common sense to decide whether or not they’re on the level.
My fellow passengers eventually made that judgement and, fortunately for them, I didn’t record any of the information they splashed around. For their sakes, I hope none of the fellow travellers did either.