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Created:	12/26/1999
Category	Hi-Tech
Language:	Engelsk

A guy walks into a bar and sits down. He starts dialing numbers...
like a telephone... on his hand, then talking into his hand. The
bartender walks over and tells him this is a very tough neighborhood
and he doesn't need any trouble here.

The guy says, "You don't understand. I'm very hi-tech. I had a phone
installed in my hand because I was tired of carrying the cellular."

The bartender says "Prove it." The guy dials up a number and hands his
hand 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", said the guy, "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 im to the men's room.

The guy goes in and 5, 10, 20 minutes go by and he doesn't return.
Fearing the worst given the neighborhood, the bartender goes into the
men's room. There is the guy spread-eagle on the wall. His pants are
pulled down and he has a roll of toilet paper up his butt. "Oh my
god!" said the bartender. "Did they rob you? Are you hurt?"

The guy turns to him and says: "No, I'm ok..... I'm just waiting for
a fax."