And guess where we were? Guess where we crossed paths? JOANN FABRICS. Cripes. No surprise that we didn't acknowledge each other, is it? The god damn fabric store, where I swear to god I have never set foot before. Also I would like to note that the one time, the one single time that I have ever been to a strip club -- which I asked David to take me to because I was curious, and the whole time I was hideously uncomfortable and I at least expected the women to be beautiful but in actuality their breasts were so obviously surgically altered that they looked as if they were about to burst, and when I expressed my disappointment to David that the locale wasn't the least bit sexy, he looked shocked and said, "Oh, definitely not; if it was sexy I'd hang out there all the time" -- that one time, I also ran into a guy that I knew. But not the same guy.