Typical overheard conversation in a Dallas dry cleaner.

Standing behind a well-groomed, well-endowed blonde. Packed into a black dress, high heels. But no dummy, far from it. She's grilling somebody on the other end of her cell phone. A heated exchange whose topic I can't make out until after several irritated yeses, she finally says:

"OK. So explain it to me. Just why are you calling this fraud?"

It will probably disappoint everyone -- it certainly disappoined me -- that my second thought was, Oh right, she's probably just a lawyer.

Still, I preferred my initial response -- when I looked around for the TV cameras.

And the arresting officers.