A man walks into a bar and sits down. He
starts dialling 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 that this is a
very tough neighbourhood and he doesn?t need
any trouble.
The man says, ?You don?t understand. I?m very
hi-tech. I had a phone installed in my hand
because I was tired of carrying my mobile.?
The bartender says, ?Prove it.?
The man dials up a number and holds his hand
out 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,? says the man, ?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 man goes in and 5, 10, 20 minutes go by and
he doesn?t return. Fearing the worst, given the
area, the bartender goes into the men?s room to
check on the man. The man 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!? says the bartender. ?Did they
rob you? Are you hurt??
The man turns and says:
?No, no, I?m OK.
I?m just waiting
for a fax.?
starts dialling 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 that this is a
very tough neighbourhood and he doesn?t need
any trouble.
The man says, ?You don?t understand. I?m very
hi-tech. I had a phone installed in my hand
because I was tired of carrying my mobile.?
The bartender says, ?Prove it.?
The man dials up a number and holds his hand
out 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,? says the man, ?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 man goes in and 5, 10, 20 minutes go by and
he doesn?t return. Fearing the worst, given the
area, the bartender goes into the men?s room to
check on the man. The man 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!? says the bartender. ?Did they
rob you? Are you hurt??
The man turns and says:
?No, no, I?m OK.
I?m just waiting
for a fax.?