Hold your breath.

Monday night, 7 mumble p.m., on the M96 crosstown bus. A little recreational grousing about the crowding which is throwing my neighbor and I into the lap of Lucky Lady with Seat. I bounce gently off what I assume is the side of my neighbor, who is a cop.

Not exactly. "Ever since Bush was elected, we've had to carry them," he says, with no discernible change in recreational grousing tone. Carry what? brain of Mer wonders briefly. Plastic riot cuffs? American flags?

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