Hi-Tech Guy Walks Into A Bar
A guy walks into a bar and sits down. He starts dialing numbers
like there's a telephone in his hand, then puts his palm up
against his cheek and begins talking. Suspicious, the bartender
walks over and tells him this is a very tough neighborhood and he
doesn't need any trouble here.
The guy replies, "You don't understand. I'm very hi-tech. I had a
phone installed in my hand because I was tired of carrying the
cellular." The bartender says "Prove it." The guy dials up a
number and hands his hand to the bartender. The bartender talks
into the hand and carries on a conversation.
"That's incredible!" says the bartender. "I would never have
believed it!" "Yeah", said the guy, "I can keep in touch with my
broker, my wife, you name it. By the way, where is the men's
room?" The bartender directs him to the men's room.
The guy goes in and 5, 10, 20 minutes go by and he doesn't
return. Fearing the worst given the neighborhood, the bartender
goes into the men's room to check on the guy. The guy is
spread-eagled up against the wall. His pants are pulled down and
he has a roll of toilet paper up his butt.
"Oh my god!" said the bartender. "Did they rob you? Are you
hurt?"
The guy turns and says, "No, no, I'm ok. I'm just waiting for a
fax."
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