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.