A man strolled into the local post office and noticed a bald-headed, middle-aged gent at the counter with a huge pile of greeting cards and envelopes.
He was flicking through the phone book, addressing the envelopes, sticking stamps on them and then spraying them with perfume.
The newcomer couldn't restrain his curiosity. Â "Excuse me," he said, "what are you doing?"
"Nothing much," the man said. "I'm sending out 1000 Valentine's Day cards to men in this neighborhood, all signed 'Guess Who'."
"Why on earth are you doing that?" the other man asked. Â "Are you gay?
"No," the man replied, "they're all married men, in fact."
"So," the other man asked, "why send them cards?"
The man replied, "I'm a divorce lawyer."
He was flicking through the phone book, addressing the envelopes, sticking stamps on them and then spraying them with perfume.
The newcomer couldn't restrain his curiosity. Â "Excuse me," he said, "what are you doing?"
"Nothing much," the man said. "I'm sending out 1000 Valentine's Day cards to men in this neighborhood, all signed 'Guess Who'."
"Why on earth are you doing that?" the other man asked. Â "Are you gay?
"No," the man replied, "they're all married men, in fact."
"So," the other man asked, "why send them cards?"
The man replied, "I'm a divorce lawyer."
