After an hour at the piano, there is ordinary business to attend to. I
pay some bills. I read the disco trade papers. I call our agent about holding
a concert at a nearby college. Then I make my weekly call to the US Patent office.
Me: US Patent office? WAZZZZUUUUUP!
US Patent Office: <Silence>
Me: hahahahahahaha! I need to patent
two business names. One: Funeral Masters. Two: Mr. Funeral.
US Patent Office: You can't do that,
Me: Ah hah. I see. Tell you
what sweetheart, why don't you go ahead and put a man on the phone? Hello!?!
US Patent Office: Yes, sir.
Me: I thought you hung up.
US Patent Office: <silence>
Me: Did you hang up now?
US Patent Office: No.
Me: Okay, goodbye.