Over the weekend, Kirsten and I went to watch our friend Helena compete in a synchronized skating competition (of course, we didn't go for the full day, because that would just be silly). As we sat down to wait for her team to take the ice, the MC wandered out onto the ice and started announcing the results of a draw the competition was holding.

He started out innocuously enough, calling out the name of the first winner. And then things started to get weird: for the next winner, he called out the name and home phone number. For another winner, he called out the name and full address of the winner.

The first time he did it, Kirsten and I were horrified. After the fourth time, however, we were having a ball adding things like, "whose hair colour is naturally brunette... ...who put on pink underwear this morning... ...who should really invest in better window coverings..."