Time correspondent Bill Powell reports on how reality sometimes intrudes on an otherwise pleasant weekend in the Shanghai suburbs:
After our tennis game on Sunday, my playing partner invited my wife and I over for a post-match cup of coffee. On the way to his apartment, my friend - a westerner who will remain nameless, for reasons that will become clear - casually mentioned that he had had something strange happen to him the day before. He had taken his car into a garage to get it serviced, and when it was up on the rack, he noticed something strange affixed to the bottom of the car: a small, rectangular device, covered in blue, shrink wrapped paper, with a couple of small wires sticking out of it.
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