On being admitted to the Bar, the young lawyer decided to get his first tailor-made suit. So, he went to the finest tailor in town and got measured for a suit.
A week later he went in for his fitting. He put on the suit and felt fabulous; he felt that in this suit he can do business.
As he was preening himself in front of the mirror, he reached down to put his hands in the pockets and, to his surprise, he found that there were none.
He mentioned this to the tailor who asked him, ‘Didn’t you tell me you were a lawyer?’
The young man answered, “Yes, I did.”
To this, the tailor said, ‘Whoever heard of a lawyer with his hands in his own pockets?’
