Subject: High Tech
 
 A man walked into a bar, sat down, ordered a drink, and started dialing
 numbers -- as if on a telephone -- onto his hand and holding conversations.
  The bartender walked over, explained that this was a very rough
 neighborhood, and cautioned that the man would make himself a target for foul
 play if he behaved strangely.  The man smiled and said, "You don't understand
  - I'm just extremely high tech.  When I got tired of carrying a cellular
 telephone, I had electronic circuitry implanted directly into my hand."
 
 When the bartender refused to believe this improbable tale, the man offered
 to demonstrate.  He dialed the number provided by the bartender and
 obligingly held his hand across the bar while the bartender had a short
 conversation with a friend.  "This is incredible", he exclaimed.  "I would
 never have believed it."  "Yes, and it's really convenient", said the man.
   "I can keep in touch with my office, my broker, my wife, you name it.  Say,
 where is your men's room?"  
 
 The bartender directed him to the men's room.  The man went in and didn't
 come out for a long time.  Concerned, the bartender went into the men's room
 where he found the man spread-eagled against the wall with his pants pulled
 down and a strip of toilet paper emerging from his shorts.  "Oh my God", said
 the bartender. "I tried to warn you about this neighborhood!  Have you been
 mugged?  How much did they get?"  The man turned to the bartender and said...
 "No, no, I'm perfectly fine.  I'm only receiving a fax!"
 
 From: Ray

Wil Stark, wstark04 (at) pobox _dot_com

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