discommode

Edward M. Davis, the police chief and a man of antiquated views and diction, told our organizing committee in early June that a L.G.B.T. march would “discommode the public” and that he’d have to allow “thieves and burglars” to parade next.

I decided not to discommode him further on walks by abruptly bringing him out into the same car-whizzing streets that had so shivered and terrified him, so when we went outside it was through the back door into a warren of unthreatening urban alleyways.

Then, again, one could legalize certain narcotics to discommode the drug dealers and adopt Steve Forbes’s flat tax to fill up the Treasury.

“We wouldn’t discommode you. We got a little something in the basket. We can make out.”

“We wouldn’t discommode you. We got a little something in the basket. We can make out.”