Where's the third musketeer?
This evening, I was walking home on 86th Street when I heard the thirtysomething white man on my right say the following into his walkie-talkie style cell phone:

"Porthos, this is Aramis. Come in. Repeat. Porthos, this is Aramis reporting."

I had such a hard time suppressing my laughter. I was expecting him to start talking about needing a second for a duel in Carl Schurz Park because one of the Cardinal's guards insulted the King or to tell Porthos that the eagle had landed.