Roland Keating from the Southern Shore was returning home from a mainland I.T. school. While waiting for his ride home, after arriving at St. John's Airport, he had a couple of hours to kill, so he strolled into the Airport Pub and seated himself at the bar.

He proceeded to begin dialing numbers on his hand, and then talking into his hand. The bartender notices this and quietly informs him that this looks kind of unusual, and he wants no trouble.

Roland replies, "Oh, no trouble my friend. You see, I'm very hi-tech. I had a telephone installed in my hand because I got tired of carrying a cellular".

The bartender was skeptical. "Proove it!" he said.

"No problem", said Roland, as he proceeded to dial the number to the phone behind the bar. The bartender answered it, and they carried on a short conversation, Roland using his hand, and the bartender on the bar phone.

"That amazing!" said the bartender after he hung up the bar phone.

"Yea", said Roland, "I can keep in touch with my broker, my wife, you name it, and I never lose my phone."

Roland then asks directions to the mens room, and excuses himself. When 20 minutes had passed by and he didn't return, the bartender became concerned and decided to go in and check on him.

He found Roland spread-eagled against the wall, with his pants at his ankles and a roll of toilet paper up his butt.

"Oh my God!!!" exclaimed the bartender, "Did you get robbed? Are you hurt?"

"No, I'm okay", said Roland, "I'm waiting for a fax."