Mary arrived at work. "Hi, Mur," she said.
"Mary, can I see your hands, please?"
She showed them to him.
"Thanks. And also your feet?"
"My FEET?!"
"Please, Mare? Just for a few seconds."
"Well, all right."
She slipped off her shoes. He looked at her feet and sighed.
"Thanks, Mare. I had a nightmare about you, last night. I dreamed that your hands and feet were horribly misshapen."
She quickly looked at them. "Well, I'm glad that's not true!"
"Oh, and you also had a black beard."
"That WAS a nightmare!"
"Bud don't worry; it looks pretty good on you, actually."
"Thanks—MURRAY!"
"Just kidding, Mare!"
They both laughed. Mary put her shoes back on, and they settled down to work.
