Lucky Lawyer

Two law partners, Ed and Joe, are driving through the

country one evening during a vacation when their car breaks

down near a farmhouse. The two men head over to the house

and knock on the door. An attractive lady dressed in black

opens the door and asks, “Can I help you?” Ed says,

“Listen, our car broke down near here, and it’s getting

late, and, well, we were wondering if you could put us up

for the night?” The lady shook her head. “I don’t

think so. You see, I’m recently a widow, and it just

wouldn’t seem proper. What would my neighbors say?”

“Look,” says Joe, “We won’t cause you any trouble.

We could sleep in your barn.” The lady agrees, and the two

men spend the night in her barn. Nine months later, Ed gets

a letter at their firm from another lawyer. He reads the

letter, then goes immediately into Joe’s office next door.

“Joe, do you remember that widow we met nine months

ago?” “Yeah.” “I’ve got a letter here from her

attorney. Just out of curiosity, that night we slept in the

barn, did you get up in the middle of the night and make a

little visit to the farmhouse?” “Um, yeah,” says Joe,

turning a little red. “You didn’t happen to get a little

intimate with the widow, did you?” “Well, yes.” “And

did you use my name, by chance?” Joe blushes beet red and

says, “Yeah, Ed, I did.” Ed smiles. “Cool. She died

last month and left me the farm.”