First Class Male
Without hearing what he was saying, he did look a bit crazy.
“I’m not so sure about him. He is a postal worker, after all,” She grinned.
“And you’re a lawyer. I believe there’s a joke in there someplace,” Bob laughed deeply.
“Ex-lawyer, remember. Fortunately, I haven’t heard any jokes about authors. Yet,”
“How’s this? A mailman, an author and a lawyer walk into a bar,” Bob wrote the line on a napkin and handed it to her. “Here ya go. You’re the writer, finish it,”
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