It's a dirty story of a dirty man, and his clinging wife doesn't understand...oh wait, wrong story! :)
You are sitting in a Starbucks, sipping a drink and surfing the 'net on your laptop. A commotion at the front door make you look up.
There's a guy in a long brown trench coat who's just staggered in, all wild-eyed and disheveled. He's knocked over a display stand of comics books, and is now clutching at a woman, babbling something incoherent. You see that he's got some kind of a metal box strapped to his chest.
"Oh my God!" the woman screams. "He's got a bomb!"