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It was only after all this that the officer ended up passing his gun over to the janitor who had unknowingly lent his uniform to the suspect, 51-year-old Placido Contreras. As the cop wrestled with a bloody McNair, he passed his gun to Contreras and told him, "Keep your eyes on him and shoot him if you have to." The janitor told the Post that it was the first time he held a real gun.

Like Charlie Bucket desperately trying to find his way into the chocolate factory, last week a Mets fan dug so hard for her golden tooth that she got her arm stuck in a Citi Field toilet as its automatic flusher flooded over her time and again. Fans started becoming more interested in the unnamed fan's struggle that turned out to be as futile as the Mets' twelve inning losing battle with the Braves last Wednesday. Team officials had to call in Cardoza Plumbing, the company that installed the low-flow "green" toilets that "use powerful vacuum suction to cut down on water use." The Post talks to a plumber who tells them, "The truth is, this kind of thing happens all the time—usually with wedding rings or cellphones. People have probably been getting their hands stuck in toilets as long as there have been toilets." The paper mentions the 2003 cell phone flushing fiasco on a Metro North train and a woman in China stuck for two days trying to save her pet turtle (and by "turtle", they secretly mean "alligator"). At the very least, it sounds like this unfortunate Met fan deserves a sympathetic call from T-Pain—don't we all?

You can't just have a quaint little gun buyback event anymore. Someone has to ruin all the fun with a live hand grenade. The New Gospel Temple Church of God in Christ (all one name) in the Bronx was hosting the buyback yesterday where local residents were invited to turn in their firearms for $200 bank cards, no questions asked. But apparently around 1:30 p.m., there was a question that had to be asked to one —specifically, "is that a hand grenade?" That was then followed by "can someone call the Bomb Squad?" and then finally "would everyone please exit the building as quickly as possible?" After carting out the "improvised hand grenade," the NYPD held the man responsible, whom the Daily News calls "a dimwit," but it doesn't appear he'll be charged with anything. There was no indication as to whether he will receive payment for the explosive. Just Friday night, Bryant Park was closed for an hour when a man was attempting to sell another (?) grenade.

The TSA tends to get a bad rap and often ends up the recipient of frequent gripes, especially in the city whose airports lead to three-quarters of takeoff delays nationwide. Maybe it has something to do with the times when we hear that we're waiting in a line that winds down the escalator because they're confiscating cheese, yet having no trouble letting through a passenger with a Hezbollah flag featuring a man wielding an AK-47.

Clubgoers at NYC hotspots are known for their fancy threads, but no one can front on one high roller's regular work attire: clerical robes. The Daily News has a profile of Reverend Gregory Malia, the Pennsylvania minister who makes regular trips to local clubs and is well-known by staffers for the generous cash he lays out whenever he visits. The divorced dad, who earns big bucks in pharmaceuticals, likes to hit Pink Elephant and Citrine and hears screams of "Father Greg!" from waitresses when he comes through the door--possibly because he's had nights where he has bought a $35,000 bottle and then laid out an extra ten grand on top of the usual 20% tip. And his charity doesn't end there. One source told the News. "He hangs out with waitresses, and sometimes comes back after a big night and takes (them) shopping...If they get someone like Father Greg, they know they're going to have a good night." Reverend Malia, whose business helps treat people who suffer from hemophilia (as he does), told the paper. "I work hard. I make good money...With my health condition, it's a blessing and a curse; [but] I do like to go out."