When the fan went splat! in New Orleans, police converted a Greyhound bus station into a makeshift jail for looters. Implausibly, this event serves as a perfect illustration of what different people Carla and I are. When Carla heard this moronic cop boast about arresting a man who drove to the bus station in a stolen car, she felt compelled to write a thoughtful treatise on presumption and race. Me, I'm stunned by the sage detective work here. A man steals a car, drives it to a bus station, and tries to buy a freaking bus ticket—naturally, the cop concludes that the man "looted" the car. Really, Enis? Really? Was the car going to be stowed luggage or carry on?