Excitement was brewing at 7th and Montana this morning as a new Assistant Manager, Leslie, made the scene. One look at her and I knew she took her job seriously. She carried a clipboard, took copious notes and appeared to be going through reams of paperwork with multi-colored highlighters. The only question in my mind was: "Do we tell her now ... or do we wait?" Is it fair to warn her about Rigolatte (the man who locks himself in the bathroom and belts out Opera tunes), or Captain Underpants (the man who performs Yoga moves on the floor while wearing underpants on his head), or the Notorious Newspaper Thief (whose sticky fingers have waved goodbye to so many of her predecessors)? "Let's rough her up a bit," said Kovar, watching her take inventory. "What do you want me to do, vomit on the floor?" I asked. "No," Kovar laughed, "Just get a photo of her counting the mugs."