Ladies and Gentlemen, meet "Charmin," an anonymous newcomer who made the scene at 7th and Montana on Sunday with egg on her face and something else on her behind. Part of a toilet paper roll -- a strand at least two feet long -- was sticking out of her pants, flapping in the breeze like a gossamer tail. I quickly moved into position, aiming my Spycam in her direction and activating the zoom lens ... but a Good Samaritan intervened before I could get a close-up. "Pardon me," said the Samaritan, "Are you aware that there's a bunch of toilet paper coming out of your pants?" Charmin was mortified. "Don't worry," she cried, "It looks clean ... and I don't have anything contagious!" She flushed in embarrassment, though if you ask me should have flushed something else. "Not to worry," I replied, "Your secret is safe with me ...!"