A restaurant reminiscent of the Hog Trough Grill & Feed<\/a>. It is mid-afternoon and only two tables are occupied.<\/p>\n A MAN and WOMAN enter and seat themselves at a booth toward the back. Immediately, they notice a one-foot tall, brightly colored, three-sided CARD. There is one on every table. From the lack of ketchup stains, wrinkles, and fingerprints, the enormous cards appear to be newly placed.<\/p>\n The woman plucks the card from their table.<\/p>\n WOMAN (READING): United States Census 2010. It’s SAFE! It’s EASY! It’s IMPORTANT! It’s used to allocate more than $400 billion of federal funding to programs such as …<\/p>\n She ticks off each listed program with a finger.<\/p>\n WOMAN: Nope. Don’t need that one … that one … that one … Nope, guess we don’t need that census.<\/p>\n She hands the card to the man. <\/p>\n MAN (READING): Are Census data really kept confidential? … No court of law, not even the President of the United States<\/a>, can access your individual responses.<\/p>\n Puts card back on table.<\/p>\n MAN: at least you have to give them credit for knowing that ‘data’ is plural. But you’ve got to wonder. If nobody’s ever allowed to access your information, why do they bother gathering it in the first place?<\/p>\n