Sitting in the waiting area of my favorite automotive fix-em-up shop today I was reminded of a post I intended to write a few weeks ago and it just slipped my mind. Yes, my mind does tend to be very slippery!

A few days prior to the few weeks ago, I’d been sitting in another waiting area, this time at my favorite purveyor of pharmaceuticals. Yes, I was at the new Walgreens — have you been there? They have everything!

Anyway, I was sitting there and this customer lady struck up a conversation with the pharmacy lady. The customer lady was there picking up her Zoloft. I know this because I was sitting in the waiting chair about six feet away. “I don’t take it very often,” the customer lady told the pharmacy lady. “Every now and then I just freak out.”

I’m sure she’d be thrilled to know I’m posting this for all the world to read. The point is, you’d be amazed — shocked, even — at how much strangers know about you!

Fast-forward to the few days later and I was waiting for my truck to get new… I don’t remember, let’s just say it was brakes. Oh hell, now I remember, it was the A/C didn’t work. I was surprised they didn’t offer to work on the brakes, which do squeal something fierce!

But I digress. You see, there was this young business lady there — late twenties, I’d guess — and she spent a lot of time on the phone. And before long I knew her first and last name and her home address and how to get there. I then learned she’d be out of town from the following Monday to Thursday, so the meeting in Metropolis would need to take place that Friday. So now I knew just when to break into her house and just where that was!

Other times I’ve been within earshot of social security numbers, birthdates, PIN codes, even bra sizes! And this is without trying… Imagine if I were some weirdo or bad guy!

People, please! For your own security! Keep your numbers — and your cup letters — to yourself!