Catherine, Catherine, Catherine!
(I'm Cathy, I'm beautiful, and I'm going to Florida)
So Cathy is speaking to her psychiatrist. "I'm on the road a lot, and my
clients are complaining that they can never reach me."
The psychiatrist asks, "Don't you have a phone in your car?"
"That was a little too expensive, so I did the next best thing. I put a
mailbox in my car.
"How's that working?"
Actually, I haven't gotten any letters yet," Cathy replies.
"And why do you think that is?"
Cathy says, "I figure it's because when I'm driving around, my zip code