Dear Brigitte1965

Unemployment Office Clerk:
What kind of work do you do anyway?

Professor Robert Leaf:
I'm a poet.

Unemployment Office Clerk:
Oh, boy. This morning so far I've had an oyster opener, a balloonist, a circus fat lady who claimed she went on a diet and lost her job, and now I got me a poet.

Professor Robert Leaf:
Well, I AM a poet. [thumbing through a book] I'm in this anthology. My name is in that book.

Unemployment Office Clerk:
You see this? [plopping down a phone book on the counter] I'm in this book, but that don't make me a telephone.