>On the Greyhound bus down to DC this weekend, I finished reviewing the proof for my book. From the bus stop, I ran over to Kinko's (a place that inevitably screws up any photocopying that I need done, and did not exceed my low expectations on Friday, either) and made a copy. Then I hit the post office and overnighted the manuscript. When the postal clerk asked me if the packaged contained anything fragile or hazardous, I replied, "Only my ego." She nodded and asked, "Do you need insurance for that?"

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