A fellow walked into a restaurant, sat down and =
started dialing numbers as if there was a telephone in his hand. He then =
put his palm up against his cheek and began talking.
Suspicious, the manager walked over and told him =
that he was in a very tough neighborhood and he doesn’t need any =
The fellow replied, "You don’t understand. I’m =
a very hi-tech guy. I had a phone installed in my hand because I was =
tired of carrying the cellular."
"Oh yeah, prove it," said the =
The fellow dialed up a number and extended his hand =
to the manager, who simply talked into the hand to carry on a =
that time, the waiters and several customers had gathered around. =
"That’s incredible!" said one. "I would never have =
believed it," cried another.
"Yup," says the hi-tech guru, "I can =
keep in touch with my broker, my wife, you name it. By the way, where is =
the men’s room?"
waiter directed him there, and after 20 minutes, the fellow still hadn’t =
returned. Fearing the worst … given the neighborhood … the manager =
entered the men’s room to check on him. There he is – lying on the =
floor, holding a roll of toilet paper.
"Oh my goodness!" exclaimed the manager. =
"Did they rob you? Are you hurt?"
fellow looked up and said, "No, no, I’m ok. I’m just hanging =
around, waiting for a fax."
Dr Bob Griffin =
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