My friend Joby's new strategy for fending off undesirables at the bar involves telling them that we're married.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he apologizes. "I'm actually married. My wife's name is Unfortunate Lawyer. She's really tall. We have a daughter named Jessica."
I think he'd probably get away with it if he didn't consistently follow up by elaborating, "Jessica fell into a well when she was younger. She was stuck in there for a couple of days."
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