They say you can never go Home...

Soldiers of Sparta were allowed to return home after lost battles, only if carried dead upon their shields. I'm convinced this is a more practical and time-saving way to go about it.

Wednesday, February 09, 2005

Law of Diminishing Privacy

I read in the local paper that Tampa Bay is now a metropole of approximately 2 million inhabitants. That's 1.1 million more people here than were nine years ago, when I was still in High School and hanging out at the Village Inn with Jennifer, maximizing our two-dollar endless cup of coffee investment, talking about the important issues of our respective worlds, and me falling head-over-heels for her in the process.

But how in God's name is it that I run into old high school people with such frequency?

And furthermore: how is it possible that my younger brother will get his hair cut at the same place I had frequented the very same day, whereby he will be told by the woman cutting his hair (who has, apparently, a considerable knack for remembering last names), that his older brother was here just an hour ago? Whereby, brother will ask said woman, whether aforementioned brother was getting a haircut too? Whereby, woman will respond in the negative and additionally inform younger brother that aforementioned older brother was in earlier for "a little bit of waxing." Which, younger brother will threaten to broadcast [this information] to my father at dinner, who is less than understanding or open-minded about the more exotic forms of grooming for the male of the species.

But seriously: doesn't HIPA cover this kind of stuff?