
	On the day of his anniversary, Joe was frantically shopping
around for a present for his wife.  He knew what she wanted, a
grandfather clock for the living room, but he found the right one almost
impossible to find.  Finally, after many hours of searching, Joe found
just the clock he wanted, but the store didn't deliver.  Joe, desperate,
paid the shopkeeper, hoisted the clock onto his back, and staggered out
onto the sidewalk.  On the way home, he passed a bar. Just as he reached
the door, a drunk stumbled out and crashed into Joe, sending himself,
Joe, and the clock into the gutter.  Murphy's law being in effect, the
clock ended up in roughly a thousand pieces.
	"You stupid drunk!" screamed Joe, jumping up from the wreckage.
"Why don't you look where the hell you're going!"
	With quiet dignity the drunk stood up somewhat unsteadily and
dusted himself off.  "And why don't you just wear a wristwatch like a
normal person?"
