on a bike to the US border from Mexico.
It just happened to be the first day of duty for anew border patrolman,
and so, the patrolmantakes one look at Pablo (who's riding his
bicycle and perfectly balancing a large brown sack over
one of his shoulders) and calls him over to inspect this here sack of his.
Pablo claims its sand, but the patrolman
doesnt believe him for a second. He makes Pablo
pore out the sand, but lets him go- nothing but sand.
A few days later, he sees Pablo with another sack
waiting to cross the border on his bike....
and pulls him over. Again, though its just sand.
This happens a few times every single week and
after three years, its driving the patrolman mad-
he know there is something up, but has no idea what.
But as it turns out-he never sees Pablo cross the border again.
Decades later then, after he has retired from his job,
he meets Pablo in a bar. So, he walks over to Pablo,
who though half drunk- recognizes him,
and they strike up some small talk.
Finally, the retired patrolman asks what
Pablo was smuggling all those years...
And Pablo just sips his beer and somberly says,
* Now I dont support drinking
(or smuggling, for that matter☺)
but its just a joke, of course.