A blonde is speaking to her psychiatrist.

Blonde: "I'm on the road a lot, and my clients are complaining that they can never reach me."

Psychiatrist: "Don't you have a phone in your car?"

B: "That was a little too expensive, so I did the next best thing. I put a mailbox in my car.

P: "Uh ... How's that working?"

B. "Actually, I haven't gotten any letters yet."

P. "And why do you think that is?"

B. "I figure its because when I'm driving around, my zip code keeps changing."