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High Tech




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From:	Gerald R. Flintrop, 70641,2166
TO:	Fred Nadel, 74431,3510
DATE:	12/20/96 9:31 PM

RE:	High Tech


   A guy walks into a bar and sits down.  He starts dialing numbers... =
like a telephone... on his hand and talking into his hand. The bartender walks
over and tells him that this is a very tough neighborhood and he doesn't
want any trouble.  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 over to the bartender.  =
The bartender talks into the hand and carries on a conversation.  "That's
incredible", says the bartender...  "I would never believe it."  "Yeah",
says the guy, "I'm very high tech. 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 him to the men's room.  The guy goes in and doesn't =
come out  for the longest time.  Fearing the worst, given the tough =
neighborhood, the bartender goes into the men's room.  There he finds the =
guy... he spread-eagle on the wall...his pants are pulled down and he has =
a roll of toilet paper, up his ass.  "Oh my God", said the bartender. =
"Did they rob you?" "How much did they get?" The guy turns to the =
bartender and says... "No, no,... I'm just waiting for a fax!