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November 30, 2008
"Well, that certainly was a letdown," Martin says, looking up from his folded-over New York Times the Monday after Thanksgiving.

Cheryl knows he wants her to ask, "What was a letdown?" So she doesn't.

"Yep, a real letdown," he says, louder.

Cheryl loathes his raised voice even more than his passive-aggressive behavior, so she bites.

"What was?"

"The whole don't-take-the-subway scare," Martin says. "You know, because the terrorists were supposed to bomb it this weekend. The reason we spent $100 on cabs. I feel gypped. Couldn't they at least have set something off on the J/M/Z? I want a refund."