An attorney went into a bar for a Martini and found himself beside a scruffy-looking old drunk who kept mumbling and studying something in his hand.
He leaned closer while the old drunk held the tiny object up to the light, slurring,
“Well, it looks plastic.”
Then he rolled it between his fingers, adding,
“But it feels like rubber.”
Curious, the attorney asked,
“What do you have there?”
The old drunk replied,