I can tell you the license plate numbers of all six cars outside. I can tell you that our waitress is left-handed and the guy sitting up at the counter weighs two hundred and fifteen pounds and knows how to handle himself. I know the best place to look for a gun is the cab of the gray truck outside, and at this altitude, I can run flat out for a half mile before my hands start shaking. Now why would I know that? How can I know that and not know who I am?



















Seen the third party message on the Wirecutter comments section?
“If you comment on these socks we’re recommending YOUR DATA WILL BE SOLD!!!”
Incredible and actually good guy vendor (Disqus) in a way for not hiding it unless it was their lawyers’ doing :)