"Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman!" - unam.

off to gamble. Meanwhile I went around to the back, where the girls were getting ready
for the show, and asked for my friend. She came out and I explained to her that John Big
was with me, and he'd like some company after the show.
"Certainly, Dick," she said. "I'll bring some friends and we'll see you after the
show."
I went around to the front to find John. He was still gambling. "Just go in without
me," he said. "I'll be there in a minute."
There were two tables, at the very front, right at the edge of the stage. Every other
table in the place was packed. I sat down by myself. The show started before John came
in, and the show girls came out. They could see me at the table, all by myself. Before,
they thought I was some small­time professor; now they see I'm a BIG OPERATOR.
Finally John came in, and soon afterwards some people sat down at the table next
to us ­­ John's "wife" and her friend Pam, with two men!
I leaned over to John: "She's at the other table."
"Yeah."
She saw I was taking care of John, so she leaned over to me from the other table
and asked, "Could I talk to John?"
I didn't say a word. John didn't say anything either.
I waited a little while, then I leaned over to John: "She wants to talk to you."
Then he waited a little bit. "All right," he said.
I waited a little more, and then I leaned over to her: "John will speak to you now."
She came over to our table. She started working on "Johnnie," sitting very close to
him. Things were beginning to get straightened out a little bit, I could tell.
I love to be mischievous, so every time they got things straightened out a little bit,
I reminded John of something: "The telephone, John. . ."
"Yeah!" he said. "What's the idea, spending an hour on the telephone?"
She said it was Pam who did the calling.
Things improved a little bit more, so I pointed out that it was her idea to bring
Pam.
"Yeah!" he said. (I was having a great time playing this game; it went on for quite
a while.)
When the show was over, the girls from the El Rancho came over to our table and
we talked to them until they had to go back for the next show. Then John said, "I know a
nice little bar not too far away from here. Let's go over there."
I drove him over to the bar and we went in. "See that woman over there?" he said.
"She's a really good lawyer. Come on, I'll introduce you to her."
John introduced us and excused himself to go to the restroom. He never came
back. I think he wanted to get back with his "wife" and I was beginning to interfere.
I said, "Hi" to the woman and ordered a drink for myself (still playing this game
of not being impressed and not being a gentleman).
"You know," she said to me, "I'm one of the better lawyers here in Las Vegas."
"Oh, no, you're not," I replied coolly. "You might be a lawyer during the day, but
you know what you are right now? You're just a barfly in a small bar in Vegas."
She liked me, and we went to a few places dancing. She danced very well, and I
love to dance, so we had a great time together.
Then, all of a sudden in the middle of a dance, my back began to hurt. It was