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Before I married my wife I had to meet her parents. Her father was a magician who owned a successful downtown magic and joke shop.

I went over to their house and met her mom and dad. They were okay. They thought I was okay. After a few hours, I left. In the following few weeks I went over to my fiance's house several times. I got along well with her dad, in spite of the fact he talked a lot about magic and bored me with dozens of lame card tricks.

After a while, her dad said to me, "You know, I've decided I like you enough, that I'm going to make you a partner in my shop. You can have half interest. Come on over to the store tomorrow and I'll show you how to work there. You can start by stocking merchandise.

"What?" I said, "No way! I'd hate a job in inventory."

He thought for a moment, and then replied, "Well then, come in and I'll make you a magic demonstrator. We get a lot of customers in every day."

"No way!" I told him, "I couldn't stand to work at a counter, on my feet all day, wasting my time with curiosity seekers and magic dweebs."

The father, getting exasperated, replied, "Then what the hell am I gonna do with you?"

"Oh that's easy." I said, "Buy me out!"