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Full Service Doorman

My favorite doorman, Hector, was dragging out a big bag of garbage as I headed into the building tongight.

"Is Larry in there?" I asked.

"Only part of him," he quickly replied as he opened the door.

I expressed concern that the apartment might be bloody and he told me not to worry, "it's just a little messy in the basement. I'll get it cleaned up."

It's awfully early to be thinking about that Christmas bonus.