Its just a fax
A guy walks into a bar and sits down.
After a few minutes, he starts dialing numbers like a telephone but on the back of his hand.
He then flips his hand over, and starts talking into the palm of his hand.
The bartender walks over and tells him this is a very tough neighborhood and he doesn’t need any trouble from weirdos here. The guy says, “you don’t understand.
I’m very high 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 brief conversation. “That’s incredible,” he says, “I would never have believed it.” “yeah” said the man, “I can keep in touch with my broker, my wife, you name it.
By the way, where is the men’s room?” The man goes in and 5, 10, 20 minutes pass and he doesn’t return. Fearing the worst and given the violence in the neighborhood, the bartender goes to check on him.
The bartender finds the guy spread eagle against the wall.
His pants are pulled down and he has a roll of toilet paper shoved up his rear. “Oh no!” said the bartender, “Did the locals rob you?
Are you hurt?” The man casually turns around and says, “no, I’m just waiting for a fax.”