The Slice: No, you’re not allergic to bad paint

No, your neighbors haven’t painted their cars chartreuse.

That’s pollen.

Let’s move on.

Recycle bin: Last week’s mentions of “Glengarry Glen Ross” prompted a friend to note that in her North Side home they often use a line from that foulmouthed movie. And it doesn’t even include any cuss words.

“Coffee’s for closers.”

Try to work that into conversation at least once today.

Speaking of things that might be fun to say: I came upon some beefy young men handing out fliers in downtown. I’m sure they would not be offended if I said they had a certain “Insane Clown Posse Meets America’s Most Wanted” look.

The leaflet began: “Spokane Anarchy Wrestling Presents Saturday Night Massacre.”

I asked one guy what it was all about.

“Oh, just wrestling,” he said, smiling.

So, one of my goals for this week is to find ways to borrow that as an answer.

1) “Hey, Paul, the deadline for your column is five minutes away. What have you been doing?”

“Oh, just wrestling.”

2) “If you were going to be one of those stouthearted net surfers who post pseudononymous comments online, what would you want your fake name to be?”

“Justwrestling55.”

OK, your turn.

You can’t please everybody: An e-mail arrived Thursday morning from Slice reader Gary Wisben.

“Well, Paul, it looks like another third of June with nary a mention of Billie Joe McAllister. How soon we forget. Sad.”

I’ll send a coveted reporter’s notebook to at least one reader who can identify just what he’s talking about. But to win you need to leave a phone message that includes at least a few seconds of singing. Good luck.

Today’s Slice question: Who do you see practically everywhere you go?