Jan 27, 2007

I Am Security...

Slate: What I Yearned at the Urinal

1:14 p.m.: There's a break for lunch, and I stop by the men's room. On my way out, I pass prosecutor Patrick Fitzgerald, who's walking in. It occurs to me that he's alone in there, maybe at the urinal, and that this could be my chance to accost him. I consider going back into the bathroom on some sort of ruse (I forgot to wash my hands?) but decide that the chance Fitzgerald will tell me something interesting is slightly outweighed by the risk that he'll call security. <more>

9 Comments:

Blogger Nan said...

Dang - no privacy for the prosecutor!

New emptywheel post up over at TNH:

EW - The Testimony Dance

Enjoy!

Nan

9:37 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sign for restroom door:

This Room is for Taking Leaks
Not Talking Leaks

9:39 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

How creepy....

9:50 PM  
Blogger calamityjane said...

Is nothing sacred?

9:59 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Too funny! Of course.. You ARE security. ;)

10:27 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Please... Can't the man take a leak in private without being bombarded with stupid question. Next time Fitz, let the nimrod people who are trying to pry you for answers, tell them that you are letting out a "bomb" and that you ate the wrong brand of oatmeal. That will clear the room.

*lol*

11:01 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Poor Fitz! No privacy!

12:11 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Fitz could wear a sign around his neck that says:

"No comment. Contact Randall Samborn."

LOL

12:27 AM  
Blogger Jackie said...

What a great news report as if nothing else is happening. I guess so people get paid to print stupid things. No wonder the papers are losing money.

12:57 AM  

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