Three guys were trying to sneak into the Olympic Village
to scoop souvenirs and autographs. The first says, “Let’s
watch and see what system that we can utilize to scam our
way in.”
Immediately, a burly athlete walks up to the table and
states, “Angus MacPherson. Scotland. Shotput.” He opens
his gym bag to display a shotput to the registration
attendant.
The attendant says, “Very good, Mr. MacPherson. Here is
your packet of registration materials, complete with
hotel keys, passes to all Olympic events, meal tickets,
and other information.”
The first guy gets inspired and grabs a small tree sapling,
strips off the limbs and roots, walks up the registration
table and states: “Chuck Wagon. Canada. Javelin.”
The attendant says, “Very good, Mr. Wagon. Here is your
packet of registration materials, hotel keys, passes,
meal tickets, and so forth. Good luck!”
The second guy grabs a street utility manhole cover,
walks up to the registration table and states: “Dusty
Rhodes. Australia. Discus.”
The attendant says, “Terrific, Mr. Rhodes. Here is your
packet of registration materials, hotel keys, a full set
of passes, and meal tickets. Enjoy yourself.”
They scamper in, but suddenly realize the third guy is
missing. They groan, because he’s a simpleton from the
hills of Vermont. They forgot to make sure he doesn’t do
something stupid and blow their cover stories.
Just then he walks proudly up to the table with a roll
of barbed wire under his arm and states: “Foster Bean.
Hardwick, Vermont. Fencing.”