Sunday, January 30, 2005

 

Breaking In Is Hard To Do

Mort Goldsmith was a crusty and cynical old talent agent.
He's sitting in his 13th-floor New York office one day, reading the trades, and an enthusiastic young man enters, without an appointment.
Mort continues sitting crustily at his desk and mutters, "Yeah?"
The enthusiastic young man gushes, "Mr. Goldsmith, I've got an act with which you can make millions."
Mort continues sitting crustily at his desk and mutters, "Yeah?"
The enthusiastic young man gushes, "Yeah. Watch me."
He goes to the window, opens it, climbs up on the sill, leaps out ... and flies to the building across the street and flies back, landing on the sill of Mort's office, where he descends and walks to Mort.
Mort continues sitting crustily at his desk and mutters, "Do you do anything besides bird imitations?"


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