All Hell broke loose at 7th and Montana this morning as the Accountant -- known for spreading out his client paperwork all over Our Favorite Starbucks -- attracted some unwanted attention. A Curious Regular walked right up to his table, grabbed a handful of unpaid bills, and began leafing through them one by one. "Wait ... stop ... those are mine!," chuckled the Accountant, who turned to me for assistance. "Quick," he joked, "Call the Police!" "I'm on it," I replied, whipping out my Spycam and pretending to dial the authorities. Naturally, I was really just gathering photographic evidence. Meanwhile, as for the unpaid bills, they ended-up back in the Accounts Payable file faster than you can say "Certifiable Public Accountant" ...!