That's just geekiness. l337sp34k and all that jazz.

You are. And most other people are missing something as well. Their highschool calc. If they're not using it regularly, it tends to leak into oblivion. It's worse than that actually - I work in the tile/flooring industry, and you wouldn't believe the number of people who call in telling me the dimensions of their bathroom floor, and could you please tell me how many square feet that is?
Actually, that's not entirely accurate, "please" is generally excluded. ...You see my point.

...no, if some place smells of fart, that's probably licence enough to complain. Just like walking into a smoky room would cause a non-smoker to complain(and maybe other smokers too).

If that's asinine, then it's perfectly okay for me to fart it up right next to you. After all, the release makes me feel so much better! And if you don't like the smell, don't be a jackass and try to make me move away; you find a new spot! I'm not doing anything wrong.

You also need to toss more nightshadiness in - a good tomato sauce makes that stuff scrumdiddliumptious.

What they said.

It's not unauthorized access if you haven't taken away that person's access.

A point that you failed to factor in is that though she did have the ability to access the systems with ease, but it's fairly certain that she no longer had the permission. To analogize that with cars in mind; yes, I may have forgotten to take my spare key from you when I told you I no longer wanted to you run my errands, but that doesn't mean you have my permission to use my friggin' truck. Certainly not to crash it in an act of revenge.

I think everyone is in agreement, that he should not in fact even ask for the password. But you're the one that isn't getting it. Good intentions and common sense regardless, if he asks, you give it to him. The end. Sensibility has no part to play here.

Except, we can test that one.

You're an idiot.

Oh! I'm so hurt by those mean words, Michael Kristopeit!

Get over yourself kid. It was a joke.

You'll need to come with me. Room 101 is waiting.

Quick! Turn off the sun!

There's no app for that.

Interestingly, as I read your comment, I pictured a gnarled old farmer being lectured by a sharp-nosed scholar, fresh from the city, as to how to run his farm. The farmer seems to be torn between laughing uproariously and walking away with a disbelieving shake of his head.

Oddly enough however, they're still accountable for their own actions. Home situation and genes regardless.