Three guys were trying to sneak into the Olympic Village to scoop
souvenirs and autographs. The first says, “Let’s watch the
registration table to see if there’s a crack in the security
system that we can utilize to scam our way in.”
Immediately, a burly athlete walks up to the table and states,
“Angus MacPherson. Scotland. Shot-put.” He opens his gym bag
to display a shot-put 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.”
The third guy, a simpleton from the hills of Vermont, walks
proudly up to the table with a roll of barbed wire under his arm
and states: “Foster Bean. Vermont. Fencing.”
