In the building across from me, the lights suddenly came on. Always eager to witness the next Watergate, I pay attention.

A business-suit-clad man opens a drawer, pulls out something, and squirts it in his mouth.

Then he slicks his hair back.

Then he takes up the phone.

After talking for maybe two minutes, he hangs up, and leaves the office, turning off all the lights.

Must have been some phone call.