"Well, Mrs. O'Connor, so you want a divorce?" the solicitor questioned his
client. "Tell me about it. Do you have a grudge?"
"Oh, no," replied Mrs. O'Connor. "Shure now, we have a carport."
The solicitor tried again. "Well, does the man beat you up?"
"No, no," said Mrs. O'Connor, looking puzzled. "Oi'm always first out of bed."
Still hopeful, the solicitor tried once again. "Well, does he go in for
unnatural connubial practices?"
"Shure now, he plays the flute, but I don't think he knows anything about the
connubial."
Now desperate, the solicitor pushed on. "What I'm trying to find out are what
grounds you have."
"Bless ye, sor. We live in a flat -- not even a window box, let alone
grounds."
"Mrs. O'Connor," the solicitor said in considerable exasperation, "you need a
reason that the court can consider. What is the reason for you seeking this
divorce?"
"Ah, well now," said the lady, "Shure it's because the man can't hold an
intelligent conversation."
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-if you have to ask get out of the way-
Have you ever been stopped by a traffic cop and, while he was
writing a ticket or giving you a warning, you got the feeling that
he would just love to yank you out of the car, right through the
window, and smash your face into the front fender?...
