Just now, outside our office, came a loud screech, quickly followed by a commensurate crunch. Within seconds, a gaggle of onlookers had formed to gawk at a crunched Maserati (in the parking lot, damage to left rear). Don’t know who was at fault. Can’t say anything about the driver of the gold car, except that said driver looked to be unhurt. But the vanity plate on the Maserati caught my eye: RTIR. The internets talked to me and said the car belongs to Stacey Dorfman-Kivowitz, proprietor of Sheers. So if you see her tonight, she could probably use a hug.