Quips Near Times Square

Today my friend Roger took me out for sushi at lunch. Afterward, we were walking up Broadway back to his office, when a very sour-looking female mime -- in full face paint -- passed us, carrying a bulging Hefty sack in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

We looked at each other, with eyebrows raised, and I said "Was that a...?"

"Mime smoking a cigarette?" he finished. "Why yes. And a mime is a terrible thing to waste."