I used to work at a small town daily newspaper, the sort of place where for good or for bad a lot of folks in town knew who you were. Some coworker friends and I used to literally cross state lines to shoot pool at a place in another community where people didn't know who we were -- we needed some down time, not to be buttonholed by some guy who was upset that we included in the story that his friend had been killed drinking and driving, when in fact, he'd apparently also had a hamburger, so he'd technically been eating, drinking, and driving. Seriously. Our wisdom of leaving town was beyond our years, and next time I get literally cornered by someone who wants to gripe about Bill Clinton and the social safety net, I'm tempted to tell her I'm unemployed and live under Wilson Bridge. Or use another of our old tricks from pool nights - John doesn't speak any English, just German. One guy we used that one on -- he introduced himself by swearing he'd never killed anyone... gotta make you suspicious....