Here's looking at you.
So this afternoon I paid a visit to my favorite financial institution (the one that holds my money) to take part in a seemingly daily ritual-- the withdrawl of depleting funds. I put in my card, enter my pin, press a couple buttons and wait for the familiar form-feed sounds of expelling money. During this time I usually take a quick peak at myself in the two-way mirror that hides the inevitable security camera above the terminal. So I did, but was greeted not with a mirror and instead with a large lens staring me down like a Cy Young pitcher to an anxious base-runner. The mirror in front of the camera was missing. This is unsettling, even when you know that there's normally a camera there anyway. You just don't want to see it. We, as a populace, have become very accepting of being watched [insert link here to article about our creepy, paranoid, president], we just don't want to know about it. I mean, who wants a camera pointed at your mug while you pocket a stack of Jacksons (that's right bitches, a STACK).
Moral of the story, be sure you combed your hair before getting your money, because they'll be watching you.
IN OTHER NEWS: the TWU postponed their strike until tonight at midnight. I have to be at the airport by 9:00am. Developing...