then she became a fly, a fly all in the air; and he became a spider, and fetched her to his lair

Honesty is the best policy. That’s what I heard while kicking it around the Union Square last week, anyways. Somewhere near the Westfield shopping center, I think. Maybe in front of the Gap, by the trolley turn-around where the homeless congregate and mingle with the tourists as if we enjoy smelling them.

Honesty is the best policy. But you know what I think is an even better policy?

No shoes, no shirt, no service.

Mind you, it only really qualifies as the best policy if it can be selectively enforced. The ability to serve some that are topless while still requiring shirts for others is key and should not be overlooked. Otherwise, the whole thing doesn’t make as much sense.

After no shoes, no shirt, no service, honesty might very well be the second-best policy, though.

But now that I think about it, it’s probably best to selectively enforce honesty, too.

So never mind.