A guy walked into a bar and sits down. He starts dialing numbers like a telephone on his hand, then talking into his hand.

Bartender: "Look this is a really tough neighborhood and I don't need any trouble."

Guy: "You don't get it. I'm very hi-tech. I had a phone installed in my hand because I was tired of carrying a wireless phone."

Bartender: "Oh yeah, 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.

Bartender: "That's incredible, I would never have believed it!"

Guy: "I can keep in touch with my broker, my girlfriend, anyone. By the way, where is the restroom?"

The bartender directs him 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 but.

Bartender: "Oh my god! Did they rob you? Are you hurt?"

Guy: "No, I'm ok. I'm just waiting for a fax."