unwilling to free himself from the instructions he received two weeks ago, Ezi was going crazy trying to get permission to fly British.  So today we went to a clinic on broadway – they messed us around for an hour or two, examining the insurance and the papers, and then informed us that the date of the papers would have to be three days later than we needed.  Despite the repeated apologies I had the feeling we had been taken,  and despite the promises that we would not be charged I have major doubts.   This may be the first time I feel I have been worked on in new york.

and now I have been proven wrong.  my test results were mailed to ne.  Never say evil when stupid will suffice.