The two sons in the father-and-son business were wrapping up their meeting with their attorney when she said: “I have an idea how you two could get your father to stand down and let you run your business and bring it into the 21st Century.”
The boys were all ears as they had been trying for decades to get dear old dad to treat them with even a smidgen of respect.
So the attorney, who was as easy on the eyes as a September sunset, continued: “It’s no secret that your father is-how shall we put this-well, strongly attracted to me. To my, uh, body in particular.”
The boys cleared their throats and looked at their shoes.
Like father; like sons.
“So,” the beautiful barrister added, “when this new potential customer comes calling on Thursday morning, I’ll just magically appear and say I must have left some important files in your father’s office, and well, you know-“
The boys knew only too well, but they knew there was a price for this special legal service, so they asked what it was.
The angelic attorney said without hesitation: “Thirty percent of the contract with the new customer, plus 50 percent of all residuals, royalties, foreign rights and-this is the big one-my own parking space with my name on it.”
For what the attorney was about to do for them, for their company, for their future, and, most importantly, for their fossil of a father, the boys could only heartily agree and wonder if it would come to this when their sons wanted to edge them aside.