Mover heard in the Met's front office:
Good afternoon, sir. Hope you enjoyed lunch.
Yes, Rita. It was good.
Oh, just got a call. Dale said he intends to sign.
Who?
Dale. Dale Burdick.
Who the 17 is that?
One of our draftees.
I don't remember drafting anyone by that name. What round?
40th, sir.
The draft has that many rounds?
Apparently so.
Hell, we were all drunk by the 20th round. No memory at all doing that.
He's wondering about his bonus.
Ok, here's a 20 left over from lunch. Mail it to him for his bonus.
Yes sir.