And THAT is why I don't post my contact info on facebook

A few weeks ago, we were returning home from a friend's get-together around 11:30. Chebbar noticed a guy walking up the street and exclaimed, "Hey, that's Fred Smith! I went to school with him!" (This wouldn't be so remarkable aside from the fact that they went to school in another town AND Fred had moved to a different province: to see him in the tiny town we live in was something of a surprise.)

[enter U-turn in the middle of the street]

He rolled down the window and hollered at the guy, who didn't recognize him at all until Chebbar stated his name (hehe). They caught up for a bit, and it turns out that Fred lives around the corner from us. He had been walking every where for a week because he was waiting on a buddy to help him swap the engine in his car (as in, up on blocks in the driveway). Chebbar told him to give him a call, telling him that his phone number should be on his facebook page. As we drove away, I turned to look at him, a note of disbelief in my voice when I asked if he *really* had his phone number on FACEBOOK?!?

A-yup. Oh, and "what's the big deal? It's just my phone number."

Chebbar hasn't seen this guy since high school because they... took different routes. Fred liked to hang with people who fancied themselves... tough guys. They spent their weekends at bars getting drunk and picking fights (not Chebbar's scene whatsoever).

Fast-forward to last weekend when Chebbar got a phone call at 11pm from a number he didn't recognize. It was Fred. He was just calling to give Chebbar his phone number (or looking for someone to party with). Oh, and his car still wasn't on the road...

This morning, Chebbar noticed he had a missed call that came in at 12:30am. As he listened to the message, he started to laugh,sputtering, "Yeah, right." It seems that Fred had a "chick" over who couldn't drive (have I mentioned we live kitty-corner to a bar?) and he wondered if Chebbar could give her a ride home. Yeah, his buddy still hasn't gotten around to helping him put the engine in his car...

I looked him in the eye and asked him what his thoughts were on posting his phone number on facebook now. I got an eye roll.


ETA: Regarding the Diva Cup issue in this postt, I realized after writing it that I have NO MORE TAMPONS. As in, do or die in the next three weeks to ensure I had that sucker down pat before FLOrence Henderson's next visit.

Yeah, I panicked. I panicked so bad that when I saw that my brand was 3 for $9.99 at Safeway, I bought three boxes. I'm probably good for another six months. I'm such a chicken shit. lol