“Knock knock.” Old Man McClure said from behind his drink.
The joke portion of the dinner had begun. Jenkins was displeased.
“Who’s there, sir?” Jenkins asked. When Old Man McClure had had two or more drinks, the knock knock jokes began to make less sense.
“A livid duck.”
Jenkins had not heard this one before. Perhaps his boss had learned a new one.
“A livid duck who?” Jenkins followed format.
“A livid duck who can’t open a door.” Old Man McClure erupted in laughter.
“We have to finish these contracts before market open, sir.” Jenkins tried to refocus the night.