Not so Private

Security and peace of mind were part of the reason we moved to a gated community. Both flew out the window the night I called a local pizza shop for a delivery. "I’d like to order a large pepperoni, please," I said, then gave him the address of our condominium.

"We’ll be there in about half an hour," the kid at the other end replied. "Your gate code is still 1238, right?"