Reading This post about meeting an SP in real life, which is one of my many fears, reminded me of another “fear” of mine: bumping into someone I know while entering or leaving a MP or on the way to see an SP. the closest I got to it was many years ago when I was more stupid and after seeing an MP at a motel I agreed to give her a ride home. She actually lived pretty close to my neighborhood and i definitely drove by a few people I knew…
