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.”