I'm off to Orlando to go see a man by the name of Sander Kleinenberg, who promises to raise my spirit; and commune with a dance floor that will let me take all of my problems out on it.
I may see you there, but chances are unless you say hi to me I won't know you or anyone else is there at all.
I'll take a $15 cover charge and good friends over a $75 office visit with a stranger any day!