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Today I'm in Santa Monica. When I got down to breakfast in the hotel lobby, the Israeli guys mentioned that there was a big fire about twenty miles away. I shrugged. “Didn't you smell it?”

Then the light went on. I had been planning to advise the front desk that someone had been burning incense in their room.

Hmm, I wonder if I could demand a rate reduction, because I was promised a room on a No Smoking floor.