You have been warned.

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I sat down and ordered a pint, checking the door for Partain. Nothing seemed unusual, and no one new had entered the bar in the past few moments. The bartender quickly brought my drink to me, and I started sipping on it.

"I heard a pretty good joke the other day," he said, leaning on the countertop. "Want to hear it?"

I shrugged. "Okay," I answered, not really feeling up to being an audience, but not wanting to brush the guy off, either.

"All right. Here goes," he said. "What do you call a thousand lawyers at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean?"

I waited for the inevitable.

"A good start!" He laughed at himself as he delivered the answer. I smiled, courteously.

"That's a pretty good one," I said.