"While I was standing at the window arguing with the clerk about my forms a young police officer with a Kalashnikov rushed into the bank. ‘You rang your alarm!’ he said. The clerk did not recall ringing any alarms, and certainly since I’d been there no one had tried to rob us. ‘Well,’ the officer conceded, a little sheepishly, ‘you rang it a while ago. But the traffic was very bad.’"

LRB · Vol. 31 No. 2 · 29 January 2009 · letters

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