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>
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>
posted by Patrick J. Fitzgerald at 1/27/2007
9 Comments:
Sign for restroom door:
This Room is for Taking Leaks
Not Talking Leaks
How creepy....
Is nothing sacred?
Too funny! Of course.. You ARE security. ;)
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*
Poor Fitz! No privacy!
Fitz could wear a sign around his neck that says:
"No comment. Contact Randall Samborn."
LOL
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.
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