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. |