Last week a woman boarded the bus carrying a purse which was a
glass box--perfectly clear. I could count how many bus tickets she
had left, see whether there were hairs in
her brush, estimate how fat her wallet was and try to guess where
she was planning to go for lunch from the coupons. I did none of
these things, but she seemed to invite them. When I mentioned this
to a friend from church I learned that some high schools require
transparent backpacks! (I leave as an exercise to the reader
describing 3 ways of transporting weapons in a transparent backpack,
with extra credit for approaches that won't set off metal detectors.)
Transparency is supposed to be a good thing, but I think this
exceeds the bounds of courtesy. What next? Transparent clothing?
(If you start getting excited, think pot bellies and
appendicitis scars.) Surely her job doesn't require this, does it?
Perhaps the lady has an exhibitionist streak, and wanted
the world to see what color her comb was and whether she used
pads or tampons. I don't think I need to know these details, though.
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