A Legal Avocado

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The Monday after returning from vacation, Colin sat at his desk, plowing through a mountain of email. Halfway through the morning, Toby popped his head over the cubicle wall.

 

“Did you know, in the French language, the masculine word for lawyer is the same word for avocado?” asked Toby.

 

Colin focused on his computer screen as he typed. “Meaning what, exactly?”

 

“Two possibilities. You have to go to law school to become an avocado. Or, you have to become an avocado to practice law,” laughed Toby.

 

Colin stopped typing and glared at Toby. “Good comedians don’t laugh at their own jokes.”

 

“That may be true, but good lawyers make delicious guacamole,” replied Toby.

 

The slightest smile cracked Colin’s face. “Only you would think that.”

 

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4 Responses to A Legal Avocado

  1. Pat says:

    That is why I never studied French. I took art.

  2. Tony Trudgian says:

    You know how cold it was outside? I saw a lawyer with his hands in his own pockets

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